A BURMESE LONELINESS.
Marseilles in 1914, have since gone to France. have hardly noticed all this in the welter of rece^ events. Have you pictured a convoy of heavy mo both skidding and slewing across a frost-bound road in tbe Woevre ? The fur-clad drivers are Annamites ! ^ you see a battle-plane pass out over the French to6* on the Somme ? It was Du Hou Vi, the Annafl$* air man, flying valiantly to his death.
Bom of a mountain white of cloud,
A mighty river grown :
The tiny rills of secret hills Out in the great Unknown.
Down through a thousand miles of trees,
Lapping on shingle beach.
Then with a roar it madly tore Along a rock-bound reach.
The waters of the far, far north Out of the hillsaand free :
By sandy place, by rapid race,
Down to the shining sea.Down to the shining sea.