16 AUGUST 1930, Page 20

Flower and Fruit

MY soul has been a coward, —Withered at the root. How if it has not flowered Shall it bear fruit ?

Now its flowering time is done,

Only now I comprehend What the race I might have run (Race of joy that is not won) —0 love unfelt, and little done,

And youth that draws to an'end !

I did not see the treasure At home in my breast ; I searched the world for pleasure, But found no rest. • JULIAN HUXLEY.