18 FEBRUARY 1944, Page 9

WAR-TIME GRACE

THE throng who brake, on that hill-head,

The herd-boy's loaves of barley-bread And small Lake-fishes, knew that they Were fed in no accustomed way.

Nor now are we! Here let us then

To Heaven—and certain sailor-men-- Give sober thanks, in sober mood Of very humble gratitude.

M. S. HERRIES.