25 APRIL 1891, Page 17

POETRY.

TO LORD TENNYSON.

(WRITTEN AT FRESHWATER, APRIL, 1890

NESTOR, of Poesy, whose utterance sage

Has charmed so long our times, Exemplar bright In the hard war of Truth, a stedfast light To guide our youth through this self-darkened age t Thou in a more heroic hour didst wage

With men of mighty mould victorious fight Two ages back, and still thou reign'st of right King in the third, and none may lift thy gage ; Nor yet in this thy lovely Pylian realm And hospitable home, wilt wholly rest,

Shaping what shall not die, beside the shore, Till God shall bid thee sail and bend the helm Beyond the Ocean and the misty West Whither thine own Antiloehus went before.

T. HERBERT WARREN.