28 AUGUST 1936, Page 16

The Ambush

IN human paths, delightful as they show, With &airy sunny may ablow

Or wi al rose scenting, Where the unwary and the joyous go, The day brings forth a fever, hides a foe . Whose slow dementing, Not less fierce for being so slow, Defies accenting.

Strangest of nature's works, to leave fresh grace And hope and bud of happy race And love forth setting Thus at the mercy of a silent chase, An ambushed utter thing without a face, A death begetting • - On bright strength a defiled death-case: Strangest abetting !

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