"Let us take life as it comes with obedient wills and grateful hearts. The bee finds honey in the thistle as well as in the rose, and ’where the bee sucks there suck I,’ for He who guides the bee guides me. Only in loving obedience to God shall we find true wisdom. It is not so much what we are given as how we take it that matters. To be humble nothing may be so sweet as sorrow; and to the proud nothing may be so bitter as pleasure. Let us leave God to mix the ingredients of our life, for ’all things work together for good to them that love God.’ It is all in the covenant written by God’s fingers in the colors of the rainbow, and whenever He brings it from beyond the clouds, let us look at it with reverent eyes, and ponder its promise. Then shall we be able to say, with Wordsworth, ’My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky.’" After I had finished speaking we sang, at the request of one of the sergeants, the hymn commencing "The Day Thou gavest Lord is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest." And beautiful indeed was the singing of it. The Benediction followed. Just as I was ending it an impulse came to me, and I yielded to its importunity. "Before we part and before we leave Achicourt which has meant so much to us of joy and sorrow," I said, "let us sing a kiddies’ hymn. We still shelter in our hearts a little child. Though we have grown moustaches and some of us gray hairs, the child that we once were, never quite dies. Let us have a hymn for the boy within us who never grows up and never dies." Then I read out verse by verse, for it was not in their books: "Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. "Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose; With Thy tenderest blessing May their eyelids close. "Grant to little children Visions bright of Thee; Guarding the sailors tossing On the angry sea. "Comfort every sufferer Watching late in pain; Those who plan some evil From their sin restrain. "When the morning wakens, Then may I arise Pure and fresh, and sinless In Thy holy eyes." I have witnessed many moving sights in my time and heard much deep and thrilling music; but I have never been so deeply moved by anything as by the rich, deep voices of these gallant men and boys who, after winning the Battle of Arras, had come into this ruined church and were singing this beautiful kiddies’ hymn as their last farewell.