July 11
Companions of the Way (Morning)There shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying; neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.
M Y rose shall have no care at all, While the years rise and the years fall, Shall keep its gold heart folded close In the warm petals of my rose.
The wind that swings him low and high Softer is than a lullaby: The wind that swings him high and low Goes as his cradle used to go.
Winter shall never find my Sweet, Nor shall he faint in summer heat, Filled full of dews and bathed in sun, Happy he is, my tender one.
God is his gardener, so 'tis plain God's rose shall never fret again, Never be sad, never be gray, Blooming a bud for ever and aye.
KATHA- RINE TYNAN HINKSON
Yea, my sweet rose God's eyes shall please; O, what a happy lot is his! Blessed the will that doth accord Me to grow roses for my Lord.
A SORROW