February 27
Companions of the Way (Morning)Guarda mi ben: ben son, ben son Beatrice.
L ORD, whomsoever Thou shalt send to me, Let that same be Mine Angel predilect:
Veiled or unveiled, benignant or austere, Aloof or near; Thine, therefore mine, elect.
So may my soul nurse patience day by day, Watch on and pray, Obedient and at peace; Living a lonely life in hope, in faith; Loving till death, When life, not love, shall cease.
. . . Lo, thou mine Angel with transfigured face Brimful of grace, Brimful of love for me! Did I misdoubt thee all that weary while, Thee with a smile For me as I for thee?
CURIS- TINA G. ROSSEITI
GUARDIAN ANGELS
When they shall rise from the dead they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels.
THE INVISIBLE BRIDE.
THE low-voiced girls that go In gardens of the Lord, Like flowers of the field they grow In sisterly accord.
Their whispering feet are white Along the leafy ways; They go in whirls of light Too beautiful for praise.
And in their band, forsooth, Is one to set me free— The one that touched my youth— The one God gave to me.
She kindles the desire Whereby the gods survive— The white ideal fire That keeps my soul alive.
Now at the wondrous hour She leaves her star supreme, And comes in the night's still power To touch me with a dream.
Sibyl of mystery On roads unknown to men, Softly she comes to me, And goes to God again.
EDWIN MARK- HAM