20 JANUARY 1923, Page 15

GRASS So the days pass, So greens the grass t

Until at last - Some fruit is cast.

But fruit, that fades Into the earth, By a new birth Gives greener blades.

That is our round : Morning and even Lapsing to ground, Piercing to heaven.

Enarown X. KAPP.

• *mi. Pronto' letter to Marcus Aurelius describing the Imperial children