4 OCTOBER 1930, Page 22

A Lullaby of Rest

WORKHOUSE and Bedlam, Refuge, Den, For Passions deaf and blind—

How many strange and peevish things Have harboured in my mind I Ambition, Pride and Greed, with all The Body's Appetites, Knocked at my door for lodgings, and Disturbed my days and nights.

Till, treading softly, like a bird,

When young ones fill her nest—

Love sits beside me here, and sings A lullaby of rest.