4 JUNE 1898, Page 16

POETRY.

HEART 0' BEAUTY.

0, WHERE are thy white hands, Heart o' Beauty ?

Heart o' Beauty !

They are as white foam on the swept sands, Heart o' Beauty !

They are as white swans i' the dusk, thy white hands, Wild swans in flight over shadowy lands, Heart o' Beauty !

0, lift again thy white hands, Heart o' Beauty, Heart o' Beauty !

Harp to the white waves on the yellow sands, Heart o' Beauty !

They will hearken now to those waving wand; To the magic wands of thy white hands, Heart o' Beauty !

From the white dawn till the grey dusk, Heart o' Beauty !

I hear the uneeen waves of unseen strands, Heart o' Beauty !

I see the sun rise and set over shadowy lands, But never, never, never, thy white hands, thy white hands, Heart o' Beauty !

FIONA 31ACLEOD.