14 JANUARY 1949, Page 11

ADVICE FOR THE HUMANIST

The pain of nations uneases the brief sleep Of night and reaches into even The soft night-dreams • the nervous hand will sweep All ease away, reveal the face of Eden Savage, bright and ravaged by the daymare Of awakening. And for the night's sleepless Is the sound of weeping, the long despair Known in grief% Esperanto as all-hopeless.

Bury your pity with the morning dead, For the nameless multitudes who wear your sign Find little profit and their need for bread Is no less great. You cannot staunch the blood Of their huge wound; but soothe this lesser pain Of your weak brother: heal, in him, mankind.

VERNON SC.AbINELL.