November 1
Companions of the Way (Evening)To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of Life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of God.
SEE, open to the faithful soul, The shining paths of Paradise; Now may they to that garden rise Which from mankind the serpent stole.
Guide him, we pray, to that blest bourn, Who served Thee truly here below; May he the bliss of Eden know, Who strayed in banishment forlorn.
But we will honour our dear dead With violets and garlands strown, And o'er the cold and graven stone Shall fragrant odours still be shed.
AURELIUS PRUDENTIUS CLEMENS, trans. by R. Martin Pope
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