1 FEBRUARY 1957, Page 12
Despair
The snow has vanished now from Hermon's slopes. High rides the August sun. The opiate song Of loud cicadas mocks our human hopes, And dulls the will of faith to challenge wrong.
HAILSIIAM
The snow has vanished now from Hermon's slopes. High rides the August sun. The opiate song Of loud cicadas mocks our human hopes, And dulls the will of faith to challenge wrong.
HAILSIIAM