Tárogató, 1947-1948 (10. évfolyam, 3-10. szám)

1947-11-01 / 5. szám

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TÁROGATÓ

“Write it themselves, Grandpa! But how?” '

“Why, Margery, we are every day writing the names of our masters on our foreheads. Some people make a sad mistake and serve sin, and sin stamps its seal upon their faces. Some serve care, and care brands their foreheads with deep wrinkles. But those who love the Lord Jesus, Margery, and walk with Him, and do His will, write the name of their dear Master on their forehead. They cannot help it.”

Margery looked up wonderingly into her grandfather’s face. She glanced at the grey hair that, like a crown of glory, circled the old man’s brow. She noticed more than that; she looked into his kind eyes. She flung her arms round the old man’s neck, and cried, “I think I understand now, Grandpa.”

An eminent London photographer wrote an article for a learned paper. In the course of it he said that “one of the best evidences for religion is the type of face that the religious life produces.” “His name shall be on their foreheads.”

ODE TO NATURE By Martin and Evelyn Jenkinson

I thank The, Father, for the gift of wonder

That sheds its light upon my pilgrim way:

For in its days I see so many splendours

To sanctify each day.

In sombre tints and many varied colours

Thou dost bedeck Thy canvas, called the skies;

Pictures of “Dawn’, of “Cloud”, of “Flaming Sunset”,

O Father, thanks for eyes.

When I see grain grow yellow in Thy sunshine,

And in the wind move like a golden sea;

They are to me like graceful banners waving

In grateful praise to Thee.

The stately trees that offer cooling welcome

To little towns, and grant us leafy shade;

I thank Thee, Father, for their verdant shelter,

Magnificently made.

For woodland glades that raise their leafy chorus,

And for the trees that sing their songs alone;

Their leaf-clad fingers clap their own hosannas,

In perfect unison.

The birds that nest in thicket or in

hedgerow,

And blithely sing and twitter as they

fly,

Are feathered songsters bearing winsome carols

To Thee, O God, on High.

Lord Jesus, as I walk among my fellows, Give me the ear to catch the sweeter song,

The sight that sees the nobler side of nature,

The heart that loves the throng.

EUROPEAN CHILDREN VISIT BRITAIN

Hundreds of families in Britain volunteered to open their homes this summer to children from war-devastated countries in Europe under a scheme which began in the middle of the war. It is the programme of the Reception Committee, Young People from Occupied Countries, an organization recognized by the Government but not subsidized. Under its sponsorship 15,- 000 private families have given temporary homes to young Europeans since 1942 in an attempt to provide a few months of relief from the miserable conditions of their homes in countries that were occupied by the Nazis.

The Reception Committee launched a fund-raising campaign in order to continue the project. The money is needed not to support the children while living with their temporary families, since the youngsters are guests in these homes,, but chiefly to finance a month’s stay in quarantine camp when they first arrive in Britain. This very necessary precaution costs about 3£ ($12) a week per child, which must be provided out of the Committee’s voluntary funds.