January 8, 1951

Monday - Clear

You, why do you suffer so?
Why do you weep so much?
Why do you worry thus?
Suffer as you must,
   for the young shoots to break through
   the fragrant earth
   and shoot up straight.
Weep as you will,
   for you cannot help weeping,
   until the day that you behold the sun
   beyond the rainy season.
Worry as you must,
   for until the darkness of midnight
   passes,
   you cannot behold the solemn
   breaking of the dawn.

Home at 10:00. Read from Milton’s Paradise Lost.