3 JULY 1936, Page 25

The Revolution

"I AM bowed down to earth with other men's words.

See ! My hand trembles with the stress of thought ; Nor can I lift the load of memory.

Surely the time hie come to heal; the birds, To find delight that logic has not wrought ; To recall nothing tinder the open sky ? "

So cried the revolutioruiry man, Pale in his boOk-lined room, blinking, peering, Holding a frightened hand to his deaf ear.

Then. suddenly the crimson urchins ran • AlOng his veine, and stormed his heart with cheering, And flushed his brain to make hissenses clear.

RICHARD CHURCH.