REVELATION

Horowhenua Chronicle, 19 June 1916, Page 2

REVELATION

« if I could come again to tlfat Jear place Where once 1 cam©, whore beauty lived aind moved, Whore, bv the son, I saw her lace to face, That soul alive by ■which the world has loved. It, as I stood at gaze among the leaves. She would appear again as once before. While the red! herdsman gathered up his sheaves And brimming waters tremibled up" the shore. If, as I gazed, her beauty that was dumb. In that old time, before I leajrned to speak, Would lean' to rue, and revelation come Wordis to the lips and colour to the cheeks. Joy with atfi searing-iron would burn me wise; I should know all; all powers, all mysterierr —John Masefield. ITALY. You must not tempt us with vour beauty ; It is not ourtj. For yon : Silver spiray of bending olives Above 'blue waves, Music on glittering Venetian waters At evening. Carved bronzo, old palaces, And long bright frescoes A thousand silent towns Set upon goWen hills. For us: Rows ot' grey bleak houses. Misery of ceaseless noi»e, No sun. —Richard Aldington, in the "Egoist." 'HAPPY IS ENGLAND NOW." Happy is England now, as never vet! And though the sorrows of the elow days fret Her faitlifullest cEildren, griel itself is proud. Ev'n the warm beauty of this spring and summer That- tuius to bitterness turns then to gladness, Since for this England the beloved «ues died. Happy is England in the brave bluit dii For wrongs not hers and wrongs so sternly hens; Happy in those that give, give, and •ndnaft The pain that never the new years may oura; Happy"~in all her dark woods, green fields, towns, * Her hills and rivers and her chafing sea. Wliate'er was dear before is dearer now. There's not a bird singing upon his bough B"ut sings the sweeter in our English ears; There's not a nobleness.of heart, hand. T>rain But shines the purer: happiest is England now In those that fight end watch with pride and tears. —From "Stone Trees and Other Poems." s by L. Freeman.