7 NOVEMBER 1931, Page 11
Poetry
Harvest Festival
" WE thank Thee now," they heartily repeat
For sun and moon and cabbages and wheat."
And no one in the congregation sees The heavenly wood for local apple-trees.
MONICA REDLICH.
Harvest Festival
" WE thank Thee now," they heartily repeat
For sun and moon and cabbages and wheat."
And no one in the congregation sees The heavenly wood for local apple-trees.
MONICA REDLICH.