22 MARCH 1957, Page 13

Hopes and Fears

Is the fragile bark that's me, Tossing on the stormy sea At length to harbour drawn?

Does the walker in the night. Groping in the uncertain light Glimpse at length the dawn?

Beware, Beware 0 fragile bark, And you that stumble in the dark, Lest your hopes should miss their mark And you be left forlorn.