Now I have done; but I want to tell of just one more little thing that happened here in England, where I have been in hospital, and where people have been so good to us.
It was Christmas-time, and we were having a Sunday evening service in hospital. We were asked what hymns we would like, and a chap spoke out and said, “Let’s have
‘We plough the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land.’”
The parson was puzzled. He hardly thought we could, because it was Christmas-time and this was a harvest hymn.
“And it’s harvest-time now at home in Australia,” the chap said.
So we had the good old hymn, and it took us back to home twelve thousand miles away.
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I think the Anzacs did what they set out to do.