2 APRIL 1904, Page 18

POETRY.

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HE GOETH BY ME, AND I SEE HIM NOT."

(cEptixrrec ycio ;Aga.)

LIFE is a game of hide-and-seek.

We played it first, unskilled and weak, And when we hid, for all our care, He came at once and found us there.

And so through youth we played it still, And hid from Him, and had our will ; Only He found us slower then, We had the strength, the skill of men.

And next it was His turn to hide : And was it carelessness or pride ? Was He so quick or we so blind We sought Him and we could not find.

And we are old, and still we play, But have not found Him, and to-day The game is only not despair Because we know He must be there.