The cold north wind shall blow,

And the ice shall be congealed on the water:

It shall lodge upon every gathering together of water,

And the water shall put on as it were a breastplate.

It shall devour the mountains and burn up the wilderness,

And consume the green herb as fire.

A mist coming speedily is the healing of all things;

A dew coming after heat shall bring cheerful

ness.

By his counsel he hath stilled the deep,

And planted islands therein.

They that sail on the sea tell of the danger

thereof;

And when we hear it with our ears, we marvel. Therein be also those strange and wondrous

works,

Variety of all that hath life, the race of seamonsters.

By reason of him his end hath success,
And by his word all things consist.

PSALM CXLVIII

from the heavens: praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts.

Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him all ye stars of light.

Praise him ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens.

Let them praise the name of the Lord: for he commanded and they were created.

He hath also stablished them forever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass. Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons and all deeps:

Fire, and hail; snow, and vapors; stormy wind fulfilling his word:

Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars:

Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl:

Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth:

Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:

Let them praise the name of the Lord; for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.

He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him. Praise ye the Lord.

THE JOY OF THE ROAD

My father was a piper's son,

He used to play when day was done,
But all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."

The birds that wing their way through

the blue

Direct my feet to the strange and new;
And the open road lies straight and free,
It calls and calls till it tortures me.

G. G. King

I follow the silver spears flung from the hands of dawn. Through silence, through singing of stars, I journey on

and on.

Ethna Carbery

I love and understand
One joy with staff and scrip
To walk a wild west land,
The winds my fellowship.

Lionel Johnson

THE JOY OF THE ROAD

VERSES

FROM The Canticle of the Road

I

On the open road, with the wind at heel

Who is keen of scent and yelping loud,

Stout heart and bounding blood we feel,
Who follow fancy till day has bowed
Her forehead pure to her evening prayer
And drawn the veil on her wind-blown hair.
Free with the hawk and the wind we stride
The open road, and the world is wide
From rim to rim, and the skies hung high,
And room between for a hawk to fly
With tingling wing and lust of the eye.

II

Broad morning, blue morning, oh, jubilant wind!
Lord, Thou hast made our souls to be

Fluent and yearning long, as the sea
Yearns after the moon, and follows her,
With boom of waves and sibilant purr,
Round this world and past and o'er
All waste sea-bottoms and curving shore,
Only once more and again to find

The same sea-bottoms and beaten beach,
The same sweet moon beyond his reach
And drawing him onward as before.

Arthur Colton