Welsh Journals

languages. Is there, I wonder, anything of Tol- stoy in Welsh in that museum in Moscow? J he Argentine with its close tie to vv ales through Patagonia is now under a new President, Mr. Irigoyen, who was the President of the Re- public from 1916 to 1922. Of Basque origin, the head of the radical party, Mr. Irigoyen has throughout championed Argentine independency. The question as to whether the Argentine is or is not still a member of the League of Nations has been answered legally in the affirmative. It looked some time ago as if the Argentine were re- fusing to take her place and her part in all League affairs. There is some doubt as to whether this will be immediately possible. Behind the hesi- tancy of the Argentine and of Brazil over the Kel- logg Pact as behind the attitude of these two re- publics to the League is the doctrine laid down by President Munroe in his message to the U.S.A. Congress on the second of December in the year of grace 1823. The Munroe Doctrine, which once served as a U.S.A. shield for the whole of the new world, has become something of a "red rag" to certain of the peoples who live in its southern por- tion. They even want to suppress the very men- tion of Monroe in Article 21 of the Covenant of the League of Nations. As Armistice Day approaches it may not be amiss to remind readers of the "Order of Ser- vice" prepared by Sir Walford Davies for use in schools and published by the National Council ot Music and the Welsh League of Nations Union. There is a Welsh version by Elfed the English edition gives the melody of "Jerusalem." "There's but one gift that all our dead desire One gift that men can give, and that's a dream Unless we, too, can burn with the same fire Of sacrifice die to the things that seem. "Die to the little hatreds die to greed Die to the ignoble selves we knew Die to the base contempts of sect and creed And rise again, like these, with souls as true; "And since they died before their task was fin- ished Attempt new heights. Bring even their dreams to birth. Build us that better world (0, not diminished By one true splendour that they glimpsed on earth). "And that's not done by sword or tongue or pen, There's but one way. God make us better men." ALFRED NOYES. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOWS 1914-1918 I KNOW a valley where the shadows sleep And all day long they sleep, nor ever stray. I think no sunbeam ever dropped so deep Nor aught but shadows ever passed that way. But there, at either end, the sunlight gleamed And all above was blue. Ah, God of Pain! For we who walked that dismal valley dreamed We too were shadows, and that Thou wast Cain. In little clouds of comfort men call sleep We saw again the sun-kissed land that lay Beyond the valley. But the ghostly deep Of those dim shadows always came by day. "Follow the gleam," the warring phantoms cried, "The Lamp of God that shines within the breast." And some came through that valley. Others died. Their lamps were new and shone,­the very best. J know a valley where the shadows sleep And all day long they sleep, nor ever stray, I think no sunbeam ever dropped so deep Nor aught but shadows ever passed that way. M.O.E,