17 MAY 1924, Page 14

POETRY.

EVOLUTION.

As in the monkey's musing eye There broods a sort of muddy guess Upon the brink of consciousness, Our human vision may descry ; So will the rare, transfigured face Of man, or woman, when it gleams With selfless thought, or saintly dreams, Shadow a first, proleptic trace

And harbinger of those to be : Who, in a nobler pattern wrought Through aeons of creative thought, Smile back on us with sympathy.

EDEN Paluxorrs.