Storm

Give me a kiss for I stand on the brink of a [unclear: wildreness]
—Wind and a [unclear: tampalnp] the sea of souls—
Even the souls of the [unclear: tuts], ghosts brue and gashing the gloom,
Give me a kiss, my mother, and [unclear: dran] me back into the [unclear: iram] room.
Running by night by the path through the ash saplings
My [unclear: luri] the cloud, the white tree trunk and I.
[unclear: Melted] in the sea, [unclear: heeilliss] to the wind's meaningless shout—
Give me a kiss, my mother, and [unclear: strla away] the meaning of doubt.
The wind has broken to [unclear: rhttrn] my world, and the sky is strange,
Stirring in my heart even, new fear and the old pain.
Touch me but with your hand, my mother and the felt forces of the dark
Will be again dumb spirits only, weeping as [unclear: hta] barks round the park,

—Elizabeth Entrioos.

After the regular sessions and the separate, but equally well attended sessions held by the Student Labour Federation—discussions were carried on in small circles on sunny verandahs. Even on the ferry, and back at home, the topics of discussion at Congress are still talked over. We trust all future Congresses will be as effective, and that gentlemen of the frock will not find it necessary to accuse us all of being either Communist or woolly-minded dumb-mutes.

And may we ask here why the daily press could not find room for any mention of the important resolu-tions passed by the. Congress, when it could give double-column headlines to Rev. Sullivan's distortions.