h's gardens and her graves.
Look up with me, until we see
The day break and the shadows flee.
What though to-night wrecks you and me
If so to-morrow saves?

--Christina G. Rossetti.

The essence of joy lies in the doing rather than in the result of
the doing. There is a lifelong and solid satisfaction in any
productive labor, manual or mental, which is not pushed beyond the
limit of strength.

--Charles W. Eliot.

Show me thy ways, O Jehovah;
Teach me thy paths.
Guide me in thy truths, and teach me.

--Psalm 25. 4, 5.

My Father, keep me where my eyes may look expectantly toward the dawn,
through the darkness. Take away everything that comes between me and
the brightness of the morning. Amen.

AUGUST TWELFTH

Robert Southey born 1774.

Francis Horner born 1778.

Edith Thomas born 1854.

Katherine Lee Bates born 1859.

Our restlessness in this world seems to indicate that we are
intended for a better. We have all of us a longing after happiness;
and surely the Creator will gratify all the natural desires he has
implanted in us.

--Robert Southey.

Whenso my quick, light-sandaled feet
Bring me where Joys and Pleasures meet,
I mingle with their throng at will;
They know me not an alien still,
Since neither words nor ways unsweet
Of stored bitterness I spill;
Youth shuns me not nor gladness fears,
For I go softly all my years.

--Edith Thomas.

He hath swallowed up death forever; and the Lord Jehovah will wipe
away tears from off all faces.

--Isaiah 25. 8.

Loving Father, help me to guard my inclinations. May I be able to
appreciate that though I may be restless from ambition, I also may be
restless through discontent. Correct my life, that my desires may meet
the true demands of my soul. Strengthen me with the power of calmness,
that "I may go softly all my years," even though I walk through the
bitterness of sorrow. Amen.

AUGUST THIRTEENTH

Jeremy Taylor died 1667.

Dr. William Wotton born 1669.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward born 1844.

Elizabeth Prentiss died 1878.

Sir John Millais died 1896.

Feeling the way--and all the way up hill;
But on the open summit, calm and still,
The feet of Christ are planted; and they stand
In view of all the quiet land.

Feeling the way--and if the way is cold,
What matter? since upon