April 17
Companions of the Way (Morning)I shall be satisfied when I awake.
OFT have I wakened ere the spring of day, And from my window looking forth have found All dim and strange the long-familiar ground; But soon I saw the mist glide slow away, And leave the hills in wonted green array, While from the stream-sides and the fields around Rose many a pensive day-entreating sound, And the deep-breasted woodlands seemed to pray.
Will it be even so when first we wake Beyond the Night in which are merged all nights,— The soul sleep-heavy and forlorn will ache, Deeming herself mid alien sounds and sights? EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Then will the gradual Day with comfort break Along the old deeps of being, the old heights?
THE LAST ANGEL