April 7
Companions of the Way (Morning)I, even I, am He that comforteth you, . . . that hath stretched forth the Heavens, and laid the foundation of the Earth.
OUTWARD BOUND.
DEAR Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men,
The land we sowed,
The hearth that glowed—
O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee?
Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then
The lonely hearts that roam the outer sea?
Grey wakes the daybreak, the shivering sails are set,
To misty deeps
The channel sweeps—
O Mother think on us who think on thee!
Earth-home, birth-home, with love remember yet
HENRY NEWHOLT
The sons in exile on the eternal sea.