1 OCTOBER 1932, Page 12

Homage to a Painter

IN, thought you never turned back from the sword-edge of

reality, • Nor feared loneliness that follows after like a shadow.

Joy and misery, you take them with an equal heart. They are the spiritual wings on which you rise Towards, that burning and unclouded face, And gazing there with calm intent, Truth grows cold and familiar as the moon,- • PHILIP HENDEasoN.