March 27
Companions of the Way (Evening)By night I sought Him whom my soul loveth.
O THOU! unseen by me, that like a child Tries in the night to find its mother's heart, And weeping, wanders only more apart, No: knowing in the darkness that she smiled—
Thou, all unseen, dost hear my tired cry, As I, in darkness of a half belief, Grope for Thy heart, in love and doubt and grief: O Lord! speak soon to me—"I.o, here am I!"