Fill the mind with all the vastness hidden by the noon-day light,

Fill the heart with love for all that wanders with us in the night;

Till the something in the flower, till the something in the stone,

Shall become as love within them-beating hearts that hear our own.

Not so changed, illustrious Master, not so changed in all are we;

Still the grateful heart remembers; witness this our love for thee.

Courage, aye, and faith, O Poet! Still when first the warm wind blows

Little birds shall nest in England, hedges bloom and bear the rose;

England still has men and maidens fit for love and firm in need;

England still may find salvation though she lose both crown and creed.

LOUIS BELROSse, Jr.

TENNYSON.

Born 5th August, 1809: Died 6th October, 1892.

O TENNYSON! Of poets loved the best;
Greatest in Queen Victoria's happy reign;

Now thou hast passed thy "bourne of Time and
Place"

And smiling sees thy "Pilot face to face" With head uncovered and on bended Knee

A rosebud, tear-stained, bring I for thy breast— (The full-moon, sailing slowly tow'rds the West This Autumn morn-after the wind and rain) Or rugged verse, in all its poverty Feebly to tell how dear thy poetry To me since ever boyhood's dreamy time: Master of Song! thy fame in every clime

Shall live-for Prophets' voice and vision thine "Thro' all the ages" till suns no more shall shine. JOHN FULLERTON.

-For The Magazine of Poetry.

TENNYSON.

THE brightest star in Britain's sky of fame
Has passed beyond the range of mortal sight;
But on the hearts of men a deathless name
Is graved in characters of golden light.