The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, June 1923

"Sic Gloria

"Sic Gloria

At dawn a boy went whistling by
With cheery smile and happy grace;
The rosy freshness of the sky
Was in his face.

The noon shed forth its golden beam,
I watched a tiller at his toil;
He noticed but the yellow gleam
Upon the soil.

At dusk an old man came to me,
The gloom of night was on his face;
"The Dark," he mumbled, fearfully,
"Comes on apace."

Suffenus.