12 JULY 1935, Page 19

Sonnet for Statesmen

IN multitudes we grope ; our blurred events

Were argued by assembled generations.

Time toils in centuries and by continents While racial memories haunt the Souls'of nations.

Enormous murmurings from the mind of man Accumulate as history ; and from void Obliquities of ignorance which began His growth, blind hordes have laboured and' destroyed.

If there should be some Power ensphercd in light Who contemplates hiS handiwork, supreme .

Ili differentiating wrong from right,— To win all human consciousness might seem

A Sleeper, powerleSs in imprisoning night To waken from a purgatorial dream.

SIEGFRIED SASSOON.