July 4
Companions of the Way (Morning)Therefore will I now beseech the Highest that He will comfort me unto the end.
AS the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: "Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed."
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
PEACE IN OLD AGE