An Extract of Reflection

He was killed just there, and they buried him Where the wind fills up her cup to brim Of the dews of evening pure and sweet That she ...

I looked on the silver, shimmering sea, And a message of peace it brought to me, As it mirrored the infinite blue above ’Twas an embl...

Son of Old Ireland, but his lot Lies in a foreign, far-off spot; He pauses oft, to think of — what?    Lough Neagh; and home! Twin ...

The following poem is [was then] written by a schoolboy of fourteen, at the C.I.M. school of Chefoe, China. The German view:— ...

“The Belfast Corporation voted themselves free ‘passes’ on the new city tramways, on 1st January, 1905.” — City Press. If you want gea...

Life to most is but a tangle    Woven to a web; Music made of endless jangle    From which no love doth ebb. Each day's mon...

Help me to love instead of hate; Help me to hope; help me to wait. From out my store, help me give; Thou, who knowest, help me forgiv...