“Neath the Station's Lights.”

“You'll write,” we say, “you'll write.”
As through a mist of tears
We say the last “Goodbye”
And turn to face—the years.
Or with fast beating heart
We watch the coming train;
And clasping loved ones close,
Cry “Welcome home again.”
Life brings to most of us
Some meeting—some farewell,
When all our world revolves
Around the clanging bell.
So, 'neath the station's lights
Recall our human tie,
And say “God comfort those
For whom it rings 'Goodbye.' ”

M. P. Jenkin.