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each month a page of comments, written by an acknowledged authority, upon the financial and economic outlook. This page, we feel sure, will be appreciated by the numerous business men who are readers of the Welsh Outlook, but who feel that their own peculiar concerns have hitherto re- ceived but scant recognition. Before our little nation can truly flourish, her sons and her daughters must learn that, not only must they sing in her name, but that they must also buy and sell in the name of Wales WE should like to draw attention to a scheme, which is under discussion sending a delegate, once every year, to by the Welsh National Council of the League of Nations Union, for BENEDICTION. Round from the cloudy West, Back to the East, On his calm circuit, walks Night, the great Priest. See his deep azure cope, 'Broidered with stars, Trails o'er the silent earth, Covering its scars. Soul, thou are free again, Night has passed by, Now with his graciousness Filling the sky. See his long fingers, So white and so cold, Hold up the God that men Sought for of old. Now the still universe, Holding its breath, Rises to life from its Mystical death. Now can man's vision God's glory survey, Tortured no more by the Nightmares of day. Quiet the spirit, Its strivings can cease, Wrapped for a moment in Silence and peace. Geneva. This, it seems to us, is a most admirable suggestion, especially as it is proposed that delegates should go from children's branches as well as from adult branches. To an able boy or girl, who has reached the Matriculation standard of knowledge, nothing could be more stimu- lating than a foreign tour under the direc- tion of an intelligent leader. And a visit to Geneva would not only familiarize them with the League as a real thing of flesh and blood, but would afford them a glimpse of the Alps, as well as of the beautiful lake and city which have played so important a part in the politics, the history, and the litera- ture of Europe. It is our earnest hope that this excellent scheme will receive enthusi- astic support, and that the necessary funds will be forthcoming. A. M. WHEELER. THE VANISHED PEOPLE I. Tall Kings tawny-bearded And Queens whom love hath kissed Come walking through the woodlands Among the blue-bell mist. And ships with scarlet cordage With towers as high as noon, Sail in these silent spaces Beneath the silent moon. II. These are the vanished people Who sleep behind the veil Of the sunrise and the moonrise And the lily stars so pale. These are the vanished people Who are our kith and kin When the world's great tides are falling And the heart's white tides come in. A ripple of laughter wakes them- Or the lilt of a wanderer's song, A whisper of love in the greenwood As lovers pass along. III. They bring blue days for singing, They give white hours for prayer And scatter gifts like blossoms On this soft midnight air. Words that are sweet as honey And dreams as strong as time, And tiny songs so delicate That will not walk in rhyme. A. G. PRYS-JONES.