with us, to support another right beyond,
or higher up; whatever is wrongly done vanishes; and by the blank,
betrays what we would have built above.

--John Ruskin.

The seed ye sow another reaps,
The wealth ye find another keeps,
The robe ye weave another wears,
The arms ye forge another bears.

--Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon
thee; thou saidst, Fear not.
O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul;
thou hast redeemed my life.

--Lamentations 3. 57, 58.

Lord God, reveal to me my selfishness if I am receiving much and
giving little to satisfy life. May I be grateful and considerate of
all those who labor to give me comfort and happiness. Amen.

JUNE SIXTEENTH

Hugh Capet succeeds to throne of father 956.

Sir Richard Fanshawe died 1666.

Sir John Cheke born 1514.

When to the sessions of sweet, solemn thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

--William Shakespeare.

Seldom can the heart be lonely
If it seek a lonelier still--
Self-forgetting, seeking only
Emptier cups of love to fill.

--F. R. Havergal.

The Lord Jehovah hath given me the tongue of them that are taught,
that I may know how to sustain with words him that is weary.

--Isaiah 50. 4.

Gracious Father, keep within me that cheer and courage which never has
a place for weary murmurings; and with peace make the hours of
solitude profitable as they pass. Help me to seek those who are in
need of sympathy and encouragement, that I may help them to have a
tranquil life. Amen.

JUNE SEVENTEENTH

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 be