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.
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MILITARY MOTTO FOR THE NEW SOUTH LONDON OPHTHALMIC HOSPITAL OPENED
LAST FRIDAY BY THE DUKE OF YORK.--"Eyes right!"
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