To the Editor: I have been pediatrician to the children at Bellefaire, a treatment center for disturbed children, for the past several years. A young lady came to us 2½ years ago with the history of being unable to make a satisfactory adjustment to living in her own home. She was a serious run-away and had some school problems and incipient problems in many other areas. This year she completed her work in a local high school with a high A average and has entered a fine eastern university. She wrote this sonnet before she left and it seems to be most eloquent.
I have had many vain and empty dreams,
While living in this land of hate and fear.
And to my mind so bruised and hurt it seems
That life looks down on me with horrid leer.
All my days have been threatened with dark skies;