May 2nd.

THERE'S not a flower of spring,
That dies e'er June, but vaunts itself allied
By issue and symbol, by significance
And correspondence to that spirit-world
Outside the limits of our space and time,
Whereto we are bound.

WE know in daytime there are stars about us,
Just as at night, and name them what and where,
By light of science; so by faith we know,
Although we may not see them till our night,
That spirits are about us.

May 3rd.

NOT for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel,
The gliding of shuttles, the ringing of steel;

But that old voice of waters, of bird and of breeze,
The dip of the wild-fowl, the rustling of trees!

Go thither still, go the same way you went,
Whoso would change, doth covet or repent ;
Neither can reach you, great and innocent.

May 4th.

SHE hath a natural wise sincerity,

A simple truthfulness, and these have lent her
A dignity as moveless as the centre;

So that no influence of earth can stir

Her steadfast courage, nor can take away

E. B. Browning.

Philip James Bailey.

Whittier.

John Donne

The holy peacefulness, which night and day,
Unto her queenly soul doth minister.

Lowell.

THERE is

Heaven, since there is Heaven's similitude earth.
I sit possessed in patience; prison-roof
Shall break one day and Heaven beam over-head!

Robert Browning.

May 3rd.

May 4th.

May 6th.

May 5th.

MAY he live

Longer than I have time to tell his years,

Ever beloved and loving!

AND now when I to thought recall

My heart's best treasures, one and all,
I count, upon that list of love,

One less below, one more above;

And know that to my charge was sent,

With gracious and benign intent,

A saintly soul, to whom 'twas given

Shakespeare.

To draw me in her wake toward Heaven.

John Moultrie.

NEAR thee, still near thee! o'er thy pathway gliding,

Unseen I pass thee, with the wind's low sigh;
Life's veil enfolds thee still, our eyes dividing,

Yet viewless love floats round thee silently!

May 6th.

CLOUDLESS for ever is her brow serene,

Speaking calm hope and trust within her, whence

Welleth a noiseless spring of patience,

That keepeth all her life so fresh, so green
And full of holiness, that every look

The greatness of her woman's soul revealing,
Unto me bringeth blessing, and a feeling
As when I read in God's own holy book.

COMPANIONS have I many; many friends,
Dependants, comforters.

Mrs. Hemans.

Lowell.

Wordsworth.

May 7th.

NEVER mind myself:

What I am, what I am not, in the eye
Of the world, is what I never cared for much.

Robert Browning.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. Shakespeare.

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May 8th.

THY fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Long fellow.

To one who has been long in city pent,

'Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face of Heaven,-to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

Keats.

May 9th.

HE sought not praise, and praise did overlook

His unobtrusive merit; but his life,

Sweet to himself, was exercised in good,
That shall survive his name and memory.

Wordsworth,

FOR to the time when life shall pass away

From this dear heart, no fear of death or shame,
No weariness of good shall foul thy name.

William Morris.

May 10th.

COULD we but think with the intensity

We love with, one might do great things, I think.

Philip James Bailey.

ONE praised her ankles, one her eyes,
One her dark hair and lovesome mien;
So sweet a face, such angel grace,
In all that land had never been.

Tennyson.

LOVE must be still our master; till we learn
What he can teach us of a woman's heart,
We know not His, whose love embraces all,

Oliver W. Holmes.