25 SEPTEMBER 1926, Page 15

POETRY

CREATION

IF I had an acre of land-

() an acre of land Within cry of the hills, the high hills, And the sea and the sand,

And a brook with its silvery voice—

I would dance and rejoice

I would build a small house on my land—

So I would, a small home !

Within call of the woods, the high woods, Within flight of the foam !

And 0, I would dig, I would delve,

Make a world by myself 0 I would keep pigs, and some hens, And grow apples and peas : All things that would multiply, flowers

For my hive of striped bees—

If I had an acre of land Life should spring from my hand !

HAMM MACL A RE N: