July 30

SPEAK to me, heart of mine, old and weary of years, Labour and loss have been thine, pains and terrors and tears;

Why art thou now so light, making my tired feet

Forget the steps of their pilgrimage and spring as if life were sweet?

Why? Because life is sweet. Thy secret I know, I know,

By the stream in the beautiful street the trees of gladness grow,

And under their fruitful boughs I see one Angel stand,

So close, so close, that I sometimes think he lays a hand in my hand.

Red Love still rules the day, white Faith enfolds the night,

And Hope, green-mantled, leads the way by the walls of the City of Light.

Therefore I walk as one who sees the joy shine through

By the Waters of Eunor

Of the Other Life behind our life, like the stars behind the blue.

THE HIDDEN WORLD