10 MAY 1957, Page 8

Mount of Transfiguration

Among the lilies on the hill I stood and saw the shining sea, Where Peter's craft was rocking still Upon the waves of Galilee.

Bright in the rain, a gleaming span, The Covenanted bow of God Renewed his promise to a man To stay the power of the flood.

The deluge of these latter days No covenanted bow curtails No voice our modern tempest stays And (pity, Lord !) thy promise fails.

So spoke I, yet upon the hill Unwalled, with open doors, the shock Of War withstood, unconquered still, A House well founded on the. Rock.

IIMLSHAM