Idonotevenknowmybishop\'sname，onlythattheworkisofthethirteenthcentury；butheisgoodtocompanywiththroughtheday，forhehasknowndarknessandlightandthemindsofmanymen；mostsurely，too，hehasknownthatGodfulfilsHimselfinstrangeways，sowiththeshadowofhisfeetuponthepolishedfloorherestsinpeace。
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ONSundaymylittletreewaslimnedinwhiteandthesparrowswerecravingshelteratmywindowfromtheblizzard。Nowthemildthinairbringsabreathofspringinitswakeandthedaffodilsinthegardenwaitthekissesofthesun。Hand-in-handwithmemoryIslipawaydowntheyears，andrememberadaywhenIawokeatearliestdawn，foracrossmysleepIhadheardthelustygolden-throatedtrumpetersheraldingthespring。
Theairwassharp-set；adelicaterimefrostedroofandroad；thesealayhazyandstilllikeagreatpearl。Thenastheskystirredwithflushuponflushofwarmrosylight，itpassedfrommistypearltoopalwithheartofflame，fromopaltogleamingsapphire。
Theearthcalled，thefieldscalled，therivercalled-thatpiedpipertowhosemusicamancannotstophisears。ItwaswithmeaswiththeCanterburypilgrims:-