July 28
Companions of the Way (Evening)I am small and of no reputation; yet do I not forget Thy commandments.
HOW small a thing am I, of no repute, Whirled in the rush of these eternal tides;
Spun daily round upon this orb that rides Among its peers, itself how most minute.
Yet as I muse in sad comparison, Restless and frail, I thrill with sudden awe, Clasped in the large embrace of life and law That, howsoc'er I falter, bears me on.
So should a drop within the sluggish vein Of some vast saurian (that slumbers deep In seas undreamed of, rolling through the swell)
In labyrinthine artery swim and creep, Yet hear far off, again and yet again, The vasty heart beat in his central cell.
ARTHUR CHRIS- TOPHER BENSON
ANGELS