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(§tonehenge

By BERTHA RADO MUCKEY, Chi
Oh, ancient holy sacrificial ground I
Oh, shrine erected to some deathless God!
Could I but softly tread thy hallowed ground
Or kiss with reverent lips thy sacred sod;
Could I but read the stories thou hast told;
Tear from thy breast the secrets hidden there;
What ageless mysteries could I unfold;
What tales of death and life and love and prayer;
What great and mighty monarchs hast thou willed
To kneel in silent agony alone;
What wrathful kingly tongues forever stilled
By thee with one small gesture from thy throne;
Ah, lovely haunted treasure-laden spot
Where men have walked with God and known it not!

^Refreshment

By MARY GRANT CHARLES, Delta
By the wet-green rise of an ancient Rath
With ancient timber on it
Weary, we sit, and wearily make a wish;
Then leave the fairy path
And trudge along the brown bog way
In the cool of the Kerry day;
We pass a mottled cow, a pig,
A drear potato patch,
Then at a turning
Come upon a tiny house of thatch
With — welcome show —
.4 cup and saucer
In the window!

NOTE: In some parts of Ireland a cup and saucer
displayed in a 'window signifies that refreshments
are served within.