March 1
Companions of the Way (Evening)Inside the Kaabah it matters nought Whither men turn.
THOU art, O God, my East! In Thee I dawned; Within me ever let Thy day-spring shine; Then, for each night of sorrow I have mourned, I'll bless Thee, Father, since it seals me Thine.
Thou art, O God, my North! My trembling soul, Like a charmed needle, points to Thee alone: Each wave of time, each storm of life, shall roll My trusting spirit forward to Thy throne.
Thou art, O God, my South! Thy fervent love Perennial verdure o'er my life hath shed; And constant sunshine, from Thy heart above, With wine and oil Thy grateful child hath fed.
Thou art, O God, my West! Into Thy arms, Glad as the setting sun, may I decline; Baptized from earthly stains and sin's alarms, Re-born, arise in Thy new heavens to shine
SAMUEL DOWSE ROBBINS
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