One of Robert Frost's great themes, -and it is- that takes him in the direction of greatness at times-is the limitations of man's fate in a universe held between earth and stars. "Man does not know where he comes from where he is going or why so much of what he builds and aspires to dissolves

Into the stream of everything that runs away/

But he says there is something to be done, and it is not just tehartist but everybody who can make some form a form of his own, from the surrounding chaos-we can all make something objective of our subjectiv selves. 'at is everybody's sanity.

Since all here are acquainted with the night I will read a poem for Dr. Lertine on this theme, counted one of his great ones. He wrote it after a tlak with AE the Irish mystic, who had said "ACQUINTED WITH THE NIGHT." mysteriously. The time is not right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street.

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height.
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.