1 NOVEMBER 1924, Page 14

POETRY.

FAT CATTLE IN TRUCKS NEAR THE FAIRFIELD CRANE (GLASGOW).

I HOPE the sun will shine to-day To put this dreariness in tune. Shine, Sun, and flash the grey away I hope the sun shines soon, To cheer the waiting brutes and grace. The stiffness of this dreary place.

I cannot look at them, but still I look, and they gaze out at me With tear-brimmed sober eyes until, This, too, is misery,

This being here. Could I not sense. The moment gone Munificence ?

O dear, dear creatures, what can T,— Save wait a minute loving you, Noting the thought in one swift sigh, What is there I can do ?-

O, shine, good Sun The joy is thine. To take.—And,. yet, the sun won't shine.

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