24 JUNE 1949, Page 11

HEREDITY THE lines of his young face Stained by brief

April tears Show how love's features thrust

Up from the long-dead years, And in his eyes I trace The resurrected dust ; The same remembered grace Lives on through flesh and bone, Familiar smile or frown Rolls back the heavy stone, And with his every breath Defeats the dark of death And makes the unknown known.

DOUGLAS GIBSON.