Who else that motion and that mien? Katharine Tynan Hinkson Katharine Tynan was born at Dublin in 1861, and educated at the Convent of St. Catherine at Drogheda. She married Henry Hinkson, a lawyer and author, in 1893. Her poetry is largely actuated by religious themes, and much of her verse is devotional and yet distinctive. In New Poems (1911) she is at her best; graceful, meditative and with occasional notes of deep pathos. SHEEP AND LAMBS All in the April morning, The sheep with their little lambs All in an April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying I thought on the Lamb of God Up in the blue, blue mountains Rest for the little feet. Rest for the Lamb of God Up on the hill-top green; Only a cross of shame Two stark crosses between. All in the April evening, April airs were abroad; I saw the sheep with their lambs, ALL-SOULS The door of Heaven is on the latch Oh, where the father and mother sit That come no more. Their thoughts are in the night and cold, Their tears are heavier than the clay, But who is this at the threshold So young and gay? They are come from the land o' the young, They sit down and they stay awhile, Owen Seaman One of the most delightful of English versifiers, Owen Seaman, was born in 1861. After receiving a classical education, he became Professor of Literature and began to write for Punch in 1894. In 1906 he was made editor of that internationally famous weekly, remaining in that capacity ever since. He was knighted in 1914. As a writer of light verse and as a parodist, his agile work has delighted a generation of admirers. Some of his most adroit lines may be found in his In Cap and Bells (1902) and The Battle of the Bays (1892). TO AN OLD FOGEY (Who Contends that Christmas is Played Out) O frankly bald and obviously stout! And so you find that Christmas as a fête The studied festal air is overdone; The humour of it grows a little thin; You fail, in fact, to gather where the fun Comes in. Visions of very heavy meals arise That tend to make your organism shiver; Roast beef that irks, and pies that agonise The liver; Those pies at which you annually wince, Visions of youth whose reverence is scant, -omime. Of infants, sitting up extremely late, This takes your faultless trousers at the knees, The other hurts them rather more behind; And both effect a fracture in your ease Of mind. My good dyspeptic, this will never do; Time was when you devoured, like other boys, Time was when 'mid the maidens you would pull Old Christmas changes not! Long, long ago Come, now, I'll cure your case, and ask no fee:— THOMAS OF THE LIGHT HEART Facing the guns, he jokes as well Between the crash of shell and shell |