THE Scots-born and educated cleric Andrew Young has a visionary experience, though the last line hints at the shadows which often shaded his views on nature and life.

AN EVENING WALK

I never saw a lovelier sky;

The faces of the passers-by

Shine with gold light as they step west

As though by secret joy possessed,

Some rapture that is not of earth

But in that heavenly climate has its birth.

I know it is the sunlight paints

The faces of these travelling saints,

But shall I hold in cold misprision

The calm and beauty of that vision

Upturned a moment from the sorrow

That makes today today, tomorrow tomorrow?