June 27
Companions of the Way (Evening)I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills.
OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill, For there the mystical brotherhood Of sun and moon and hollow and wood And river and stream work out their will.
W. B. YEATS
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