29 NOVEMBER 1963, Page 11

Poems by Quintin Hogg

Dreams

Ours is a world divorced from time and space, A realm wherein the fancy freely flies Untrammelled by the body's carapace, Where past and future live, and present dies.

By our enchantment old loves smile again, Within .our kingdom every slave goes free; e

In our embrace the dying feel no pain, In our soft light the blind once more may see.

Deride us not though we be only dreams, Hold not in foolish scorn the ivory gate; Behold within, true vision, Heaven gleams, And man God's majesty may contemplate.

It of things hoped for faith the substance be, The evidence of hidden things divine, Then truly faith's embodiment are we, The lost, the loved, the longed for who enshrine.