Correggio born 1494.
Robert Browning born 1812.
Johannes Brahms born 1833.
Lord Rosebery (Archibald Primrose) born 1847.
So, take and use thy work:
amend what flaws may lurk,
What strain o’
the stuff, what warpings past the aim!
My times be in Thy hand! perfect
the cup as planned!
Let age approve of youth,
and death complete the same!
—Robert Browning.
No matter how often defeated,
you are born to victory. The reward of
a thing well done is to have
done it.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson.
When I hear a young man spoken
of as giving promise of high genius,
the first question I ask about
him is always—Does he work?
—John Ruskin.
Ye therefore shall be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.
—Matthew 5. 48.
O God, I pray that thou wilt search me, and in the silent moments show me myself without obstruction. Breathe upon me thy awakening breath, that I may be revived to nobler activities. Amen.
MAY EIGHTH
Rev. William Jay born 1769.
Francois Mignet born 1796.
Louis Gottschalk born 1829.
John Stuart Mill died 1873.
A profound conviction raises a man above the feeling of ridicule.
—John Stuart Mill.
A garden is a lonesome thing,
God wot!
Rose
plot,
Fringed
pool,
Ferned
grot—
The
veriest school
Of
peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not—
Not God! in the gardens! when
the eve is cool?
Nay
but I have a sign;
’Tis
very sure God walks in mine.
—Thomas E. Brown.
Jehovah bless thee, and keep
thee:
Jehovah make his face to shine
upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
Jehovah lift up his countenance
upon thee, and give thee peace.
—Numbers 6. 24, 25, 26.
My Father, may this be a day of usefulness. Make me sure of myself, that I may not spend my days in questioning, but accept with gratefulness thy love and tender care. Make me worthy to be called thy child. Amen.
MAY NINTH
John Brown (Ossawattomie) born 1800.
Johann Schiller died 1805.
J.M. Barrie born 1860.
Have love! not love alone
for one,
But man as man
thy brother call:
And scatter like the circling
sun
Thy charities
on all.
—Johann Schiller.
He spoke, and words more soft
than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such reverence
sweet,
As hid all measure of the
feat.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson.
That their hearts might be
comforted, they being knit together in
love.