17 JULY 1926, Page 18

POETRY

TRIBUTE You took me to your noble heart, England, England !

You made me feel myself a part Of England, England.

You yielded me your winsome lanes, Your meadows furred with misty rains— Those. treasures that the spirit gains In England.

You spread a carpet for my feet— England, England.

'Twas broidered fair with flowers sweet As England, England.

I came when Spring was in her prime, I heard the choirs of Heaven chime, I walked with God in bluebell time Through England.

I saw your cities, clothed with age—

England, England.

I conned your story page by page Oh England - But effigies and temples cold Shall fade before the living gold

That lies within the Future's hold, For England 1

' ANGELA 'MORGAN.