ANGELA BURDETT-COUTTS LONG with us, now she leaves us; she has rest Beneath our sacred sod: A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest, The daylight gift of God. THE YEAR’S SHEDDINGS THE varied colours are a fitful heap: They pass in constant service though they sleep; The self gone out of them, therewith the pain: Read that, who still to spell our earth remain. FOOTNOTES {140} Written in December 1870, printed in the ‘Fortnightly Review,’ and published in the volume ‘Ballads and Poems.’