THE SHORTEST DAY.
Short verse
We need,
Most terse
Indeed,
That it—
This lay—
May fit
This day.
Short sight
Of sun.
Long night,
Begun
At four,
Sunshine
Once more
At nine.
A. M.
Meets eyes
Of them
Who rise
If no
Fog hide—
Then woe
Betide;
The day
That ought
To stay
So short
A space
Can't show
Its face
Below.
But when
It goes,
Why then
One knows
New Year
Will soon
Be here—
Then June,
So bright!
So sweet!
So light!
We'll greet
The day
That's long
With gay,
Glad song—
Excessively long-footed verse will undoubtedly characterise what
we say,
For Longfellow's longest lines skip along when we've long longed
for the Longest Day.
(Signed) Touchstone.
Military Motto for the New South London Ophthalmic Hospital opened last Friday by the Duke of York.—"Eyes right!"