O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man’s search
To vaster issues.
This
is life to come,
Which martyred men have made
more glorious
For us to strive to follow.
May I reach
That purest heaven, be to
other souls
The cup of strength in some
great agony,
Enkindle generous ardor, feed
pure love,
Beget the smiles that have
no cruelty,
Be the sweet presence of a
good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more
intense!
So shall I join the choir
invisible
Whose music is the gladness
of the world.
—George Eliot.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish.
—John 10. 28.
My Father, I pray that I may be more generous with my smiles and gladness, and more saving with my tears and sadness. Amen.
OCTOBER TWENTY-THIRD
Anne Oldfield died 1730.
Robert Bridges born 1844.
Mollie Elliot Seawell born 1860.
O youth whose hope is high,
Who doth to truth
aspire,
Whether thou live or die,
O look not back
nor tire.
Thou that art bold to fly
Through tempest,
flood and fire,
Nor dost not shrink to try
Thy heart in torments
dire—
If thou canst Death defy,
If thy faith is
entire,
Press onward, for thine eye
Shall see thy
heart’s desire.
—Robert Bridges.
Doubt indulged becomes doubt
realized. To determine to do anything
is half the battle. Courage
is victory, timidity is defeat.
—Nelson.
And thou, son of man, be not
afraid of them, neither be afraid of
their words, though briers
and thorns are with thee, and thou dost
dwell among scorpions.
—Ezekiel 2. 6.
Gracious Father, try me again by the courage I have to-day, if thou art judging me by the fear I held yesterday. Help me to see that wavering is misleading and temperament is deceptive. May I learn self-control. Amen.
OCTOBER TWENTY-FOURTH
Hugh Capet died 996.
Sir Moses Montefiore born 1784.
Daniel Webster died 1852.
Exceeding peace made Ben Adhem
bold,
And to the presence in the
room he said,
“What writest thou?”
The vision raised its head,
And, with a look made of all
sweet accord,
Answered, “The names
of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?”
said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou
spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said,
“I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves
his fellow men.”