18 DECEMBER 1926, Page 19

Light

Atmouon the incandescent filament Glows steadily in the bulb, and all is bright About them in the room, and snug content Seems theirs as by the cosy hearth they sit— With eyes that watch his wife so calmly knit In the serene cold glow, he hankers still For the old happy times when all love's light Was only a gusty lanthorn in the night, As they together climbed the Plover Hill.

Wumun GthsoN.