
The poem is ‘Say not the struggle nought availeth’ by Arthur Hugh Clough. The final words are SUN CLIMBS SLOW, HOW SLOWLY, BUT WESTWARD, LOOK, THE LAND IS BRIGHT. The other two extracts are DUPES (25A) and THE FIELD (22). CLOUGH (3) was to be shaded.

First prize Will Snell, London SE10
Runners-up Mike Conway, Grimsby; P. and A. Hoverstadt, Heatley, Cheshire

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