April 24
Companions of the Way (Morning)Look about thee toward the East, and behold the joy that cometh unto thee from God.
O SILENCE deep and strange! The earth doth yet in quiet slumber lie, No stir of life, save on yon woodland range The tall trees bow as if their Lord passed by.
Like to one new-create, I have no memory of grief and care; Of all the things that vexed my soul of late I am ashamed in this calm morning air.
From the German of J. F. EICHEN- DORF
This world, with all its band Of clamorous joys and griefs, shall be to me A bridge whereon, my pilgrim-staff in hand, I cross the Stream of Time, O Lord, to Thee.
DAWNS