In the Last Day [pp. 538]

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father would have gone with the men.
It is not for women to be digging in
the graves of the dead."
An hour later the mother of Felipe,
looking back from the last curve of the
winding road, saw Benita balancing the
baby with her fat hands while the bare,
brown legs wavered through the intricacies of three short paces.
The treasured box of grisly relics had
not been disturbed. Only in the hearts
of mothers lives unconsolable regret.
Afaiy Au ustii.
IN THE LAST DAY.
I KNEW from the beginning
Your love was past my winning,
Yet still I hoped- one can but hope- till truth with footsteps slow
Around my heart came creeping,
And drew you from my keeping,So now I have resigned you, far as earthly'claim can go.
But when the dead are rising,
Shall I with wild surmising
Gaze round me,'mid the smoke of hills, and glare of crackling skies?
While, wakened from their slumber,
The startled souls, past number,
Mount like a mist from earth and sea, float out from Paradise.
While, upward ever sweeping,
Lit by the fierce flames' leaping,
From out the burning, without turning, whirling on they go, Then in that hour extremest
Shall I with joy supremest
See your face flashing past us? I shall be content if so.
M. C. Gillington.
[Nov.
538