Dante Gabriel Rossetti born 1828.
Jules Massenet born 1842.
Look in my face; my name is
Might-have-been;
I am also called
No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
Unto thine ear
I hold the dead sea-shell
Cast up thy Life’s foam-fretted
feet between;
Unto thine eyes the glass
where that is seen
Which had Life’s
form and Love’s, but by my spell
Is now a shaken
shadow intolerable,
Of ultimate things unuttered
the frail screen.
—Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
Let me not pass my work at
morn
And then at eve,
Find for what purpose I was
born—
Just as I leave.
—M.B.S.
We must work the works of
him that sent me, while it is day: the
night cometh, when no man
can work.
—John 9. 4.
Lord God, I do earnestly pray that thou wilt give me strength to break away, if I may be trying to free myself from habits that mar my character. May I not lose courage and fall back in the old ways, but by faith be led where I should go. Amen.
MAY THIRTEENTH
Carolus Linnaeus (Karl von Linne) born 1707.
Alphonse Daudet born 1840.
Sir Arthur Sullivan born 1842.
I heard a voice in the darkness
singing
(That was a valiant
soul I knew),
And the joy of his song was
a wild bird winging
Swift to his mate
through a sky of blue.
And his song was of love and
all its bringing
And of certain
day when the night was through;
I raised my eyes where the
hope was springing,
And I think in
his heaven God smiled too
(That was a valiant
soul I knew).
—J. Stalker.
The soul aids the body, and
at certain moments raises it. It is the
only bird which bears upward
its own cage.
—Victor Hugo.
But desire earnestly the greater gifts.
—1 Corinthians 12. 31.
Gracious Lord, I rejoice that thou dost know the depths of my soul, and that I may call upon thee to supply its needs. Make me worthy that I may not be kept from the springs of joy where my soul may be refreshed, and where I may gather hope and encouragement for the greater loves of life. Amen.
MAY FOURTEENTH
John Dutton born 1659.
Gabriel D. Fahrenheit born 1686.
Robert Owen born 1771.
Henry Grattan died 1820.
They that wander at will where
the
Works of the Lord
are revealed,
Little guess what joy can
be got
From a cowslip
out of the field.
—Alfred Tennyson.
Move onward serenely, cast
aside regret, cleanse and purify life,
only be undismayed and hopeful,
as you turn page after page of the
revelation of God.