4 SEPTEMBER 1920, Page 16

Walling this hollow land

Write something black that I

Find hard to understand.

Belshazzar in his hall, Belshazzar and those lords Saw suddenly on the wall Great crooked words A doom, a doom of fear . . . Something our hearts forget Is mighty still and near To claim his debt.

Behold before it falls—

Behold the mighty hand Of Nature on the walls Of the hollow land.

F. W. HARVEY.