5 SEPTEMBER 1874, Page 15

POETRY.

ONE DEED OF GOOD.

IF I might do one deed of good, One little deed before I die, Or think one noble thought, that should Hereafter not forgotten lie, I would not murmur, though I must Be lost in death's unnumbered dust.

The filmy wing that wafts the seed Upon the careless wind to earth, Of its short life has only meed To find the gem fit place for birth ; For one swift moment of delight It whirls, then withers out of sight. F. W. B.