Till dreary daylight yield to drearier night,
Anno Salutis eighteen seventy-nine.
L’ENVOY.
Brave hearts, and ye whom hope yet quickeneth,
Hope on; next summer may perchance be fine.
The life grows short, and soon will come the death
Anni Salutis eighteen seventy-nine.
Ziegelstein. (Goymour Cuthbert.)
Second Prize.