August 30
Companions of the Way (Evening)Blessed are they that mourn.
FAR upon the farther side Of the Gate of Tears Lies a country calm and wide; There is peace at Eventide Far upon the farther side Of the Gate of Tears.
Never gale or tempest blows Thro' the Gate of Tears; That autumnal valley knows Neither nightingale nor rose; All the hills are crowned with snows Where the snowdrop peers.
There a broken heart may rest Free from hopes or fears, Undesiring, undistressed; While the sunset in the west Gilds the worst and greys the best, Through the Gate of Tears.
A. MARY F. ROBIN- SON
A CHARACTER