October 24

Woe is me that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar.

O H, might I 'scape the sordid city-air, This moaning human hive's unresting hum,

Then would my soul that pinioned is and dumb Shake free her wings and all her life declare.

I will away by secret winding stair

To my closed garden whither angels come, Where the marred spirit, now unmanned and numb, May be recovered from her dark despair,

Peace giving healing light for pitiless glare, Faith bringing vision to the downcast eyes,

Love heaping up the heart's spent treasuries,

Till by God's angels tended and made fair, I mount again into life's hurrying street, Strengthened to serve my Lord with shining feet.

WILLIAM

C. BRAITH-

WAITE

LIGHT