September 27
Companions of the Way (Evening)Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms,
God ordered motion but ordained no rest.
OUR days are few and full of strife; Like leaves our pleasures fade and fall;
But Thou who art the all in all,
Thy name is Love, and love is life!
We walk in sleep and think we see;
Our little lives are clothed in dreams;
For that to us which substance seems
Is shadow, 'twixt ourselves and Thee.
We are immortal now and here;
Chances and changes, night and day,
Are landmarks in the eternal way;
Our fear is all we have to fear.
Our lives are dewdrops in Thy sun;
Thou breakest them, and lo! we see
A thousand gracious shapes of Thee,—
A thousand shapes instead of one.
ALICE
CARY
BE DILIGENT