February 12
Companions of the Way (Evening)Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee.
I HEARD the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose;
The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,— From those deep cisterns flows.
O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of care, And they complain no more.
Peace! peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight,
The welcome, the thrice-prayed-for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night!
HENRY
WADS-
WORTH
LONG-
FELLOW
THE SOUL OF ALL THINGS