climb,
Beyond life's atmosphere,
I shall behold the lord of time
And space--of world and year.

O vain, far quest! not thus my heart
Shall ever find its goal!
I turn me home--and there thou art,
My Father, in my soul.

--George Macdonald.

That they should seek God, if haply they might feel after him and
find him, though he is not far from each one of us; for in him we
live, and move, and have our being.

--Acts 17. 27, 28.

O Lord, my gracious Father, may I not be so eager for more, that I
feel I have nothing to spare. Help me to realize that if I may be on
the mountain-top, or at the level of the sea, thy spirit may dwell in
my soul. May I rejoice that I can always receive and share thy grace
and love. Amen.

AUGUST THIRD

John Henley born 1692.

Henry Cuyler Bunner born 1855.

Eugene Sue died 1857.

Set out in the very morning of your lives with a frank and manly
determination to look simply for what is right and true in all
things.... This is the only way to know God's will and do it. You
may not find it at once, but you have set your face in the true
direction to find it.

--Jeremy Taylor.

The important thing in life is to have a great aim, and to possess
the aptitude and perseverance to attain it.

--Goethe.

Blessed are they that keep his testimonies,
That seek him with the whole heart.

--Psalm 119. 2.

Lord God, forbid that I should lose the opportunities of making my
life by waiting for sudden developments. Cause me to notice that the
tree that bears fruit must first grow the blossom before it may be
perfected by the sun: whether thou hast made me greater or less, may I
be ashamed to live in untruth and wait in idleness. Amen.

AUGUST FOURTH

Percy Bysshe Shelley born 1792.

Edward Irving born 1792.

Walter H. Pater born 1839.

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate and pride and fear,
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever could come near.

--Percy Bysshe Shelley.

It becomes no man to nurse despair,
But in the teeth of clenched antagonisms
To follow up the worthiest till he die.

--Al