April 12
Companions of the Way (Evening)Nothing works either in God or Nature, or creature but desire. . . . Everything had its beginning in it and from it, and everything is led by it to all its happiness.
LOVE on my heart from heaven fell, Soft as the dew on flowers of spring, Sweet as the hidden drops that swell Their honey-throated chalicing.
Now never from him do I part, Hosanna evermore I cry: I taste his savour in my heart, And bid all praise him as do I.
Without him nought soever is, Nor was afore, nor e'er shall be: Nor any other joy than his Wish I for mine to comfort me.
ROBERT BRIDGES
THE SOUL'S NEED