April 5
Companions of the Way (Evening)Unto you is Paradise opened, the Tree of Life is planted, . . . a city is builded and rest is allowed.
ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity.
Of toil unsevered from tranquillity, Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.
Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Man's senseless uproar mingling with his toil, Still do thy quiet ministers move on,
Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting; Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil, Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone.
MATTHEW ARNOLD
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