The Spike or Victoria College Review October 1930
Jest
Jest
When the Sea's like a goaded monster,
'Neath the Lash of the tyrant Storm,
And the Clouds are like spurr'd chargers
In some gallant hope forlorn,
When the Universe seems maddened,
And the Gods above are grim,
And Man is shown in his impotence,
Scared to the soul of him . . . . .
How They who guide our destinies,
And follow our changing parts,
Must laugh at our cowering terror,
Terror which grips our hearts,
At our plaintive show of courage
Fighting an inborn fear,
Unconscious of any humour
And the Infinite Jester's sneer.
—J.A.C.