jPooR ftoBiN — Compensation. 
<Srp, as life glides on, we miss some flowers 
® Which once shed light and fragrance on 
our way. 
Yet still the kindly-compensating hours 
Weave us fresh wreaths in beautiful array; 
And long as in the paths of peace we stay 
Successive benedictions shall be ours ! 
Richard Wilton. 
gjg^VVT, JLlCHEN - pEJECTION. 
IS IELt> S once I walked in, 
\\ V 'H faces once I knew, 
-Vv Familiar things so old my heart 
believed them true, 
These far, far back, behind me lie, before 
The dark clouds mutter, and the deep seas roar, 
And speak to them that ’neath and o’er them 
roam 
„ No words of home. Clough. 
