The following poem, inspired by the presence of the distinguished visitors at the University, was submitted to the "CRIMSON" by Mr. Auslander. We take pleasure in printing this contribution.

They have communed with Death and they are great.

In quiet grandeur of His hand on them:

Beneath the red and Khaki shines the hem.

Of His invisible pontificate;

Their eyes, their lips, their gesture meditate.

His last immediacy; the diadem

Of His divinity fillets like a gem

These hostages that are His consecrate.

We cannot give them more, for they have held

Both hands in awful fire and sacrificed

Their flock to Faith that so the Antichrist

Might like a vapourous pestilence be dispelled!

Honour is weak, praise droops ingloriously--

These kings have walked with One from Galilee! JOSEPH AUSLANDER '18.