In the twilight when everything fades, they will sit down near the light, in the room full of haloes; they will drag themselves to the window's void.

Their mouths will join and they will grow tender.

They will exchange a first or a last useless glance.
They will open their arms, they will caress each other.

They will love life and be afraid to disappear....
"I have heard the annunciation of whatever finer things are to come.
Through me has passed, without staying me in my course, the Word which does not lie, and which said over again, will satisfy." Truly a great and pitiless book, but there is a cleansing wind running through it, which sweeps away life's illusions, and leaves a new hope for the future in our hearts.
EDWARD J.O'BRIEN.
BASS RIVER, MASS., July, 10, 1918..