26 JANUARY 1918, Page 17
He lies 'twixt heaven and earth, Gone is the chill
of lonely fear, The cloud that gave him birth
0 Guardian Angel, share with me • His moments of unrest, Your wings shall be his canopy, His pillow is my breast.
See ! The Red Power works in his limbs.
Love's stream, through tiny rills, It liberates, and my whole heart With running music fills. R. L. G. I.