—John H. Newman.
Think truly, and thy thoughts
Shall the world’s
famine feed;
Speak truly, and each word
of thine
Shall be a fruitful
seed;
Live truly, and thy life shall
be
A great and noble
creed.
—Horatio Bonar.
We ought to love everybody
and make everybody love us. Then
everything else is easy.
—Alice Freeman Palmer.
Then shall thy light break
forth as the morning, and thy healing
shall spring forth speedily;
and thy righteousness shall go before
thee; the glory of Jehovah
shall be thy rearward.
—Isaiah 58. 8.
Almighty God, look upon me with pity; so often I have obeyed the thoughts that have been misleading and profitless. Make me more careful of what I think and say, and may I learn from my mistakes the forbidden paths. Help me to keep my mind in unity with thy will. Amen.
FEBRUARY TWENTY-SECOND
George Washington, Virginia, first President United
States, born 1732.
James Russell Lowell born 1819.
Margaret E. Sangster born 1838.
Labor to keep alive in your
breast that little spark of celestial
fire called conscience.
—George Washington.
Life is a sheet of paper white
Whereon each one of us may
write
His word or two, and then
comes night.
Greatly begin! though thou
hast time
But for a line, be that sublime.
Not failure, but low aim is
crime.
—James Russell Lowell.
God keep us through the common
days,
The level stretches
white with dust,
When thought is tired, and
hands upraise
Their burdens
feebly since they must;
In days of slowly fretting
care
Then most we need the strength
of prayer.
—Margaret E. Sangster.
Make level the path of thy
feet,
And let all thy ways be established.
—Proverbs 4. 26.
Lord God, help me to realize the influence of the individual life. And as I would care for my own, may I seek to do for others; and may I not criticize, but help all who are trying to make the world better. Amen.
FEBRUARY TWENTY-THIRD
Samuel Pepys born 1633.
George F. Handel born 1685.
George Frederick Watts born 1817.
John Keats died 1821.
Margaret Deland born 1857.
Labor is life! ’tis
the still water faileth;
Idleness ever despaireth,
bewaileth:
Keep the watch wound, or the
dark rust assaileth;
Flowers droop
and die in the stillness of noon.
Labor is glory! the flying
cloud lightens;
Only the waving wing changes
and brightens,
Idle hearts only the dark
future frightens,
Play the sweet
keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune.