29 NOVEMBER 1946, Page 10

LIGHT

A FIGURE fighting, suspended,

One arm half reaching up

Held back by clinging toils—

The other struggling to strip away The encumbering wreaths of darkness.

Agony, vision, beginning of life, Powerful, wrapping, tomb-wrapping darkness, Pitiful gleams of light.

But light, light—

The head, the shoulders free,

One arm half free—

Reaching upward To feel on the palm, The freed palm,

The grace of God, like dew, like living dew,

O Grace of God, free The encumbered figure, Free.

FALSHAW HARVEY.