18 AUGUST 1928, Page 18

Lighter Lyrics

Porth Caeriad

PoRTH CAERIAD, the haunt of gorse and distant ocean gleams—. How shall I find Porth Caeriad, my little bay of dreams ?

A trustful heart has sped me on To follow beckoning trails, • ' • I've wandered to and fro where • The laughing lanes to nowhere ' Have lured my stops and led me on By wandering ways of Wales.

Oh, faithless lanes, unkindly lanes, that mock my questing feet !

I'll tread no more these twisted lanes of infinite deceit !

The cliffward track, though bramble-clad, A surer. guide will be,

And nevermore I'll go where•

The heartless lanes to nowhere Would turn away from Caeriad A pilgrim to the sea JOCELYN C. LEA.