February 11
Companions of the Way (Evening)Bring my Soul out of prison.
O, BREAK my heart; but break it as a field Is by the plough up-broken for the corn:
O, break it as the buds, by green leaf sealed,
Are, to unloose the golden blossom torn:
Love would I offer unto love's great Master,
Set free the odour, break the alabaster.
O, break my heart; break it, victorious God,
That life's eternal well may flash abroad:
O, let it break as when the captive trees,
Breaking cold bonds, regain their liberties:
And as thought's sacred grove to life is springing,
Be joys, like birds, their hope thy victory singing.
THOMAS
TOKE
LYNCH
PEACE