The Henson Journals

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Friday, March 27th, 1925.

We travelled in the print of olden wars.

Yet all the land was green,

And love we found and peace,

Where fire and war had been.

They pass and smile, the children of the sword –

No more the sword they wield;

And O, how deep the corn

Along the battlefield!

Fawkes quotes these lines in his fine little notice of von Hügel in 'The Modern Churchman'. Who is the author?

I wasted the morning in composing a sermon for the Broadcasters of Newcastle on Easter Day: but I seem to have lost the art of sermon–making.

During the afternoon I motored into Newcastle, and had my Absalom–locks shorn. They had become intolerable! On my return Clayton informed me that he had forgotten to enter in my note–book the Governors' Meeting at Barnard Castle. It is rather annoying, but he was so much perturbed & distressed that I thought it right to make light of it. How to fill the parishes, & meet emergencies of sickness, is becoming ever a more formidable problem.

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