28 MAY 1887, Page 14

POETRY.

ECHOES.

As one who walks upon a windy night, Through unknown streets, to reach the Minster door, Guides not his footsteps by the gusty light, But by the clangour that the wild bells pour ; Yet oft he pauses, when in the wind's roar Some louder echo calls him left or right ; And much he joys when, full of angels bright, He sees the great rose-window flame before.

So if the wanderer in life's ways attend To catch the heavenly carillon, above Its earthly echoes, Nature, Art, and Love; Then in his ears, as earth's sweet voices end, The bells sound clearer, and before his eyes Bright windows open in the darkening skies. F. W. B.