13 JULY 1944, Page 11

THE LONELY ONES

I SPEAK for the lonely ones, Those who fail to find

Comfort in tea and buns, Or a busy mind.

I speak for the lonely hearts, Those who left all love At home: who in strange parts Lift eyes above.

I speak for the quiet, the slow, Those War tries to shun. He serves too, you know, Does the lonely one.

I speak for the lonely ones Those born but to sigh : Who grieve as the blood runs —And who also die.