April 8
Companions of the Way (Evening)- As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.
HAPPY he, on the weary sea, Who hath fled the tempest and won the haven;
Happy whoso hath risen, free,
Above his striving. For strangely graven
Is the orb of life, that one and another
In gold and power may outpass his brother.
And men in their millions float and flow
And seethe with a million hopes as leaven;
And they win their Will, or they miss their Will,
And the hopes are dead or are pined for still;
But whoe'er can know,
As the long days go,
That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!
Chorus
in the
Baccha of
Euripides,
trans.
Gilbert
Murray