od, I thank thee that thou wilt come to me as my heart cries
for need. I bless thee that thou dost come to me as my lips sing thy
praise. I pray that I may be saved from a cruel and cheerless heart,
and be a sharer of the songs that are sung to the soul. Amen.

NOVEMBER TWENTY-THIRD

Thomas Tallis died 1585.

Franklin Pierce, New Hampshire, fourteenth President
United States, born 1804.

Marie Bashkirtseff born 1860.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No word can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

The stars come nightly to the sky,
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

--John Burroughs.

If a man could make a single rose we would give him an empire; yet
flowers no less beautiful are scattered in profusion over the world,
and no one regards them.

--Martin Luther.

Let patience have its perfect work.

--James 1. 4.

My Creator, may I remember that after thou didst create the earth thou
didst say it was good. May I love the fragrance and beauty of the
flowers which were made to nourish the soul, and the fruits and herbs
which were made to nourish the body. May my song of thanksgiving be
new every morning, as I awake in the abundance of what thou hast
prepared. Amen.

NOVEMBER TWENTY-FOURTH

John Knox died 1572.

Baron Spinoza born 1632.

Grace Darling born 1815.

Frances Hodgson Burnett born 1849.

I waited long until the sky
Should give me of its blue
To weave and wear, and share, and weave
The very stars into.
The days they went, the years they went,
And left my hands instead
Another thing for wonderment,
The mending and the bread.

Ah me, and one must set a hand
To burnish up the task,
And hush and hush the old demand
A wakeful heart will ask.
But with a star's clear eye on me,
O, I can hear it said,
"What souls there be that only see
The mending and the bread!"

--Josephine P. Peabody.

The riches of a commonwealth
Are free, strong minds and hearts of health.
And more to her than gold or grain,
The cunning hand and cultured brain.

--John G. Whittier.

For the life is more than the food, and the body than the raiment.

--Luke 12. 23.

My Father, I pray that thou wilt he