Joseph Addison died 1719.
Charles Francois Gounod born 1818.
Sir E. C. Burne-Jones died 1898.
He who plants
a tree
Plants a hope.
Rootlets up through fibers
blindly grope,
Leaves unfold
unto horizons free.
So man’s
life must climb
From the clods
of time
Unto heavens sublime.
Canst thou prophesy, thou
little tree,
What the glory of the boughs
shall be?
—Lucy Larcom.
Very early, I perceived that the object of life is to grow.
—Margaret Fuller.
Many a genius has been slow
of growth. Oaks that flourish for a
thousand years do not spring
up into beauty like a reed.
—George Henry Lewes.
And Jesus advanced in wisdom
and stature, and in favor with God and
men.
—Luke 2. 52.
Almighty God, thy power is so great I cannot express it; help me to comprehend the meaning of it, that I may feel more profoundly thy expectations of my life. May I remember that to forget that life is eternal may make me to lose all it has grown. Amen.
JUNE EIGHTEENTH
Robert Stewart born 1769.
Battle of Waterloo 1815.
William Cobbett died 1835.
Not he the threatening texts
who deals
Is highest ’mong
the preachers,
But he who feels the woes
and weals
Of all God’s
wandering creatures.
He doth good work whose heart
can find
The spirit ’neath
the letter;
Who makes his kind of happier
mind,
Leaves wiser men
and better.
Dear Bard and Brother! let
who may
Against thy faults
be railing,
(Though far, I pray, from
us be they
That never had
a failing!)
—James Russell Lowell.
Avenge not yourselves, beloved,
but give place unto the wrath of
God: for it is written,
Vengeance belongeth unto me; I will
recompense, saith the Lord.
—Romans 12. 19.
Heavenly Father, I pray that I may not be so occupied in expressing my judgment of others, that I will forget to live in thy judgment myself. May I have the compassion for others that I hope to receive from thee. Amen.
JUNE NINETEENTH
Magna Charta signed, Runnymede, 1215.
Blaise Pascal born 1623.
Charles H. Spurgeon born 1834.
Find your niche and fill it.
If it is ever so little, if it is only
a hewer of wood or a drawer
of water, do something in the great
battle for God and truth.
—Charles Spurgeon.
If I do what I may in earnest, I need not mourn if I work no great work on earth. To help the growth of a thought that struggles toward the light; to brush with gentle hand the stain from the white of one snowdrop—such be my ambition.
—George Macdonald.