16 FEBRUARY 1945, Page 9

COMPARISON

I COULD compare you to a thousand things

That make this world a wonder and delight: The butterfly that flits with jewelled wings From leaf to flower, the friendly stars at night, The flush of dawn, the burning light of day, Dew on the grass or blossom on the tree, The prismy splendour of the tossed sea spray, Or Autumn's fire or Summer's greenery.

In Nature's every charm my thought can trace A living echo of your loveliness, The fair reflection of your spirit's grace, Your body's beauty or your mind's impress.

The lavish beauties of the generous earth For me are symbols to proclaim your worth.

W. R. LATHAM.