July 14

We found IT in the fields of the wood.

HERE in the hazardous joy of woman and man Consider with how sad and eager eyes They lean together, and part, and gaze again, Regretting that they cannot in so brief time, With all that sweet abandonment, outpour Their flowing infinity of tenderness. God's fashion is another; day by day And year by year He tarrieth; little need The Lord should hasten; whom He loves the most He seeks not oftenest, nor woos him long, But by denial quickens his desire, And in forgetting best remembers him, Till that man's heart grows humble and reaches out To the least glimmer of the feet of God, Grass on the mountain-tops, or the early note Of wild birds in the hush before the day,— Wherever sweetly in the ends of the earth Are fragments of a peace that knows not man.

FREDERIC W. H. MYERS, St. John the Baptist

THE BELOVED OF SOULS