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Updated: July 3, 2025
It was only the sisters in their chapel gently hymning the Salve of the Compline to their Queen in Heaven. Ruth Lansing might have heard the same subdued, sweetly poignant evensong on every other night. Other nights, her mind filled with books and its other business, the music had scarcely reached her. To-night her soul was alive.
But sooner or later they will be worshipping the outward form that is to say the words that issue from the preacher's mouth and produce those internal moral rumblings in the pit of the soul which other listeners get from the diapason. Have your organs, have your sermons, have your matins and evensong; but don't put them on the same level as the Blessed Sacrament.
He telleth it always in the third person, making believe he is too modest to glorify himself maledictions light upon him, misfortune be his dole! Good friend, prithee call me for evensong." The boy nestled himself upon my shoulder and pretended to go to sleep.
So I said nothing but, 'Well, let me know if ever I can be any use, and we parted at the top of Surrey Street. We have evensong at five at St. Christopher's. No one conies much. The people in the parish aren't the weekday church sort.
Martin, who had been allowed to know that she had lost an old friend, petted and pitied her, and brought her a substantial meal with her tea, after which she set out to evensong at the church at the end of the square, well veiled under a shady hat, and with a conviction that something ought to happen.
And then they took the way under the castle, and there they lost the way that Sir Galahad rode, and there everych of them departed from other; and Sir Gawaine rode till he came to an hermitage, and there he found the good man saying his evensong of Our Lady; and there Sir Gawaine asked harbour for charity, and the good man granted it him gladly. Then the good man asked him what he was.
He thought of Monica, Margaret, and Pauline playing in their warm, candle-lit room behind him, and he thought of Miriam reading in her tall-back chair before dinner, for Evensong would be over by now. Yes, Evensong would be over, he remembered penitently, and he ought to have gone this evening, which was the vigil of St. Mark and of his birthday.
With that, Lancelot departeth from the knight, and hath ridden so far that he is come at evensong to the Chapel Perilous, that standeth in a great valley of the forest, and hath a little churchyard about it that is well enclosed on all sides, and hath an ancient cross without the entrance. The chapel and the graveyard are overshadowed of the forest, that is right tall.
It was the time of Evensong when he reached the church, and the brothers were singing their last hymn: Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly. He stood by the porch and listened. The street was very quiet; hardly anybody was passing. Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storms of life be past. His heart surged up to his throat, and he could scarcely bear the pain of it. Yes, yes, yes!
"A lump of wo affliction is, Yet thence I borrow lumps of bliss; Though few can see a blessing in't, It is my furnace and my mint." "Crosses grow anchors, bear as thou shouldst so Thy cross, and that cross grows an anchor too." "Be the day weary, or be the day long, At length it ringeth to Evensong." Practical wisdom is only to be learnt in the school of experience.
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