—Frances S. Osgood.
Keats
Palled death, with kisses
ghostly,
Wooed and won
him while too young,
And the world reveres him
mostly,
For the songs
he might have sung.
—Samuel A. Wood.
Enlarge the place of thy tent,
and let them stretch forth the
curtains of thy habitations;
spare not: lengthen thy cords, and
strengthen thy stakes.
—Isaiah 54. 2.
Almighty God, I pray for the will to do my finest work. Disclose to me if I am being detained by serving selfishness in myself or in others. Lead me to what is right for me to do; and may I diligently tarry in it. Amen.
FEBRUARY TWENTY-FOURTH
Samuel Lover born 1797.
Robert Fulton died 1815.
George William Curtis born 1824.
’Tis not to enjoy that
we exist,
For that end only; something
must be done;
I must not walk in unreproved
delight
These narrow bounds, and think
of nothing more,
No duty that looks further
and no care.
—William Wordsworth.
We weave our thoughts into
heart-spun plans,
And weave secure
for a fitful day,
But lose in the web of earthly
things
The pattern of
sublimity.
Shall days spring up as wild
vines grow,
Unheeding where
they climb or cling?
Consider, child, before you
sow,
And wait not until
harvesting.
—M.B.S.
Jehovah is my strength and
my shield;
My heart hath trusted in him,
and I am helped:
Therefore my heart greatly
rejoiceth;
And with my song will I praise
him.
—Psalm 28. 7.
Loving Father, command my judgment for the influences which I permit to come into my life. Grant that I may not delay my purposes for the lack of comforts which are so often made more than life. With thy strength may I be steadfast in what I would achieve. Amen.
FEBRUARY TWENTY-FIFTH
William Seely died 1521.
Sir Christopher Wren died 1723.
Jane Goodwin Austin born 1831.
Camille Flammarion born 1842.
In general, pride is at the
bottom of all great mistakes. All other
passions do occasionally good;
but wherever pride puts in its word
everything goes wrong.
—John Ruskin.
He that is proud eats up himself:
pride is his own glass, his own
trumpet, his own chronicle;
and whatever praises itself but in the
deed, devours the deed in
the praise.
—William Shakespeare.
Save me alike from foolish
pride
Or impious discontent;
At aught Thy wisdom hath denied,
Or aught Thy wisdom
lent.
—Alexander Pope.