June 3
Companions of the Way (Morning)In the Light of Thy Countenance.
THERE are open hours When the God's will sallies free, And the dull idiot might see The flowing fortunes of a thousand years;— Sudden, at unawares, Self-moved, fly-to the doors, Nor sword of angels could reveal What they conceal.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
MYSTIC DAYS