TO PERSIS I CHILD --- forgive me if I call thee child --- The weight of my mortality in years, I reckon not, but tribulations wild, With stormy battle, stress of life and fears. I see thee once again athwart the mist Of Time, and past the wane of many moons Not changed, with still a change --- the same, I wist, Yet not --- as purest daylight's change from noon. II I then beheld thee with thy tresses rolled In darkling curls and masses long adown: A child thou wert, in maiden's youthful mould, With childhood's pensive magic round thee thrown. {231} To see thee changed, ah! 'tis a sign of Time's Unending, ceaseless march. You come again With those thick dusky masses coiled betimes And coifed around thy head in plait and chain. III 'Tis but a trifling change --- a petty pace, But fraught with all the force of Yet To Be: For to mine eyes thy simple act of grace Is one step onward, whither no one can see --- A little further to the Great Unknown By ways where Life's Periodics plants her rood The Living Progress landmarks all alone, Soon passed: --- thou reachest on to Womanhood! IV Fair --- God grant that it be fair --- thy world! With influence of Goodness shed around. Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound! Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud! But all my pent-up wrath I pour on Spite. It is enough! Forgive these murmurings loud Against the Powers and Majesties of Night. L'ENVOI Good child, you will again depart --- Fates weave their spell, All hail! God-speed! May God be with you! and --- Farewell! D. HAMISH JENKINS. {232}