16 JULY 1932, Page 19

Furniture

WHAT matters it—when there are some Roofless the long night, Guests of the world's hearthiess home, Warmed by a star's light—

How we have furnished house or shed, While there is fire To warm us at, a sheltered bed ?

What is left to desire ?

Nothing is left What matters it, Though there are some -

Say they who at night ghostlike flit From home to home — Protected well, well slept, well fed, While there is love Warming within, sweet death ahead, Cold stars above.

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