21 JANUARY 1905, Page 14

IF the veil were lifted, what hells would glow Redly

revealed to arrested eyes, Burning unquenchably below Life and its commonplace disguise. Would burst their rison like flames released; Surely they lurk in us, me and you, Man the angel and man the beast.

Man that grovels and routs in mire, Trampling pearls with the greedy swine. Man like the string of a God-emit lyre Thrilling with resonance divine.