August 26

And He shall give thee thy heart's desire.

ALL I am sure of heaven is this: Howe'er the mode, I shall not miss One true delight which I have known. Not on the changeful earth alone Shall loyalty remain unmoved T'wards everything I ever lov'd.

So Heaven's voice calls, like Rachel's voice To Jacob in the field, "Rejoice! Serve on some seven more sordid years, Too short for weariness or tears; Serve on; then, O Beloved, well-tried, Take me for ever as thy Bride!"

COVENTRY PATMORE

BEFORE SUNRISE