31 MARCH 1944, Page 10

STRIFE

I DREAMT Orion drew his sword

And turned in vengeance on the Bear..

I saw the starry features twist In more than mortal rage.

And, as the ursine mass recoiled From that immortal stroke, the Earth, Fearful though distant, knew High power to destroy.

Oh, tremble' Mortals, who for years

Have dreamed that God is Love.

Above your trifling spites the skies Prepare Destructive Rage.

J. A. N.