Good Morrow
Friday, November 4 at 12:37 p.m.
As just played by the tower bells at University of Toronto's Hart House:

O God Our Help

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home

Beneath the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure
Sufficient is thine arm alone
And our defence is sure

Before the hills in order stood
Or earth received her frame
From everlasting thou art God
To endless years the same

A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun

Time, like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all its sons away
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day

O God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come
Be thou our guard while troubles last
And our eternal home

A little busy, so that's all for today. And for the weekend too, I fear. Hope everyone has a good day and wonderful weekend.

And here's a snippet from something I read this morning:

And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little roome, an everywhere.

That's from "The Good-Morrow" by John Donne. Lovely, ain't it?