April 21
Companions of the Way (Evening)Safe in Thy Paradise where no flower can wither.
O H, safe for evermore, With never a weird to dree:
Is any burden sore
When one's beloved goes free?
Come pain, come woe to me,
My well-beloved goes free!
You are so far away,
And yet have come so near:
On many a heavy day
I think of you, my dear,
Safe in your shelter there,
Christ's hand upon your hair.
KATH-
ARINE
TYNAN
HINKSON
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