The Henson Journals

[10]

3rd Sunday in Lent, March 11th, 1917.

951st day

Tho' truths in manhood darkly join,

Deep–seated in our mystic frame,

We yield all blessing to the name

Of Him that made them current coin.

For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers,

Where truth in closest words shall fail,

When truth embodied in a tale

Shall enter in at lowly doors.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought

With human hands the creed of creeds

In loveliness of perfect deeds,

More strong than all poetic thought;

Which he may read that binds the sheaf,

Or builds the house, or digs the grave,

And those wild eyes that watch the wave

In roarings round the coral reef.

[8]

'As to war, if it be the means of wrong & violence, it is the sole means of justice among nations. Nothing can banish it from the world. They who say otherwise, intending to impose upon us, do not impose on themselves. But it is one of the greatest objects of human wisdom to mitigate those evils which we are unable to remove.'

Burke

The snow had nearly disappeared during the night, a rapid thaw having set in. It was damp & dismal enough when I went to church at 8 a.m., but as we left the Cathedral, the sun was shining pleasantly. Ella & Harold were among the communicants. I celebrated. After breakfast we all three motored to Newcastle, where I preached to a large congregation in S. George's. We lunched with the Vicar (Canon Boot): and then visited the new Vicar of Newcastle (Newsom). He & his wife appear to be taking to their new field of work very cheerfully. We called at Ravensworth Castle on our way home, & had tea with the family there. We reached home about 6.30 p.m. After dinner I showed the Raemaker pictures to Harold, to whom most of them were new.

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