'Neath harvest moon the stricken summer liesStill smiling bravely in her brightest bloom,Her heart yet holds no hint of gloom,No trace of sadness in her sunlit eyes.We love thee, Summer, child of Paradise—A myriad host announce thy coming doomChanting the requiem of thy wintry tomb,While lovingly look down the tender skies;A holy hush is in the hazy airAs in thy radiant beauty thou dost sleep!Nature, arrayed in rainbow colors fair,Is strong of heart her vigil long to keep:We know the secret thou dost seek to tell,—Thou art immortal, Summer, fare thee well.Anna A. Gordon.
'Neath harvest moon the stricken summer liesStill smiling bravely in her brightest bloom,Her heart yet holds no hint of gloom,No trace of sadness in her sunlit eyes.We love thee, Summer, child of Paradise—A myriad host announce thy coming doomChanting the requiem of thy wintry tomb,While lovingly look down the tender skies;A holy hush is in the hazy airAs in thy radiant beauty thou dost sleep!Nature, arrayed in rainbow colors fair,Is strong of heart her vigil long to keep:We know the secret thou dost seek to tell,—Thou art immortal, Summer, fare thee well.
Anna A. Gordon.
Heavenly Father, behind all changes dost Thou lurk in eternal constancy. Never lingering, each good of life gives place to the better Thou hast in store, and in glory and gladness resigns to that which comes after. From the good that is, may we learn to pass cheerfully to the better that is to be,—from the cool morning and sunny noon to the purple gloaming and the star-lit night, from the tender spring and glowing summer to the golden autumn and snow-pure winter, from the sweet life that now is to that fulness of realization whose sweeter splendors eye hath not seen nor the heart of man conceived. We place our hands in Thine and would walk with Thee in holiest trust and serenest peace. Amen.
Thomas W. Illman.
September 2
"I will be happy all the dayLet come what may."'Twas early morning when the word was said,And like a journey 'cross a weary plainThere stretched the hours, but I was comfortedAs heart and voice sung o'er the sweet refrain,"I will be happy all the dayLet come what may.""I will make hope and only hopeMy horoscope."The sombre, brooding clouds of discontentOppress one's spirit like a throbbing pain;One frets and moans in one's environment,But with a look ahead I sing again,"I will make hope and only hopeMy horoscope."Frederick A. Bisbee.
"I will be happy all the dayLet come what may."'Twas early morning when the word was said,And like a journey 'cross a weary plainThere stretched the hours, but I was comfortedAs heart and voice sung o'er the sweet refrain,"I will be happy all the dayLet come what may.""I will make hope and only hopeMy horoscope."The sombre, brooding clouds of discontentOppress one's spirit like a throbbing pain;One frets and moans in one's environment,But with a look ahead I sing again,"I will make hope and only hopeMy horoscope."
Frederick A. Bisbee.
Yea, Lord, we thank Thee that we may hope and be happy all the day for Omnipotence is our Father and our changeless Friend, and we have naught to fear. We are glad of life and thank Thee for all that makes it heroic or beautiful or sweet. We rejoice in our home, in our dear ones, and in the precious human loves that reflect the love divine. Pardon our sins, we pray Thee, and work out Thy purposes in us. May we work and hope on and be glad in Thee filling this day so full of useful employ that when the night shall come, we shall lie down to sleep upon Thy loving children like tired but happy children, and so find rest and refreshment for another day with men and Thee. Amen.
Carl F. Henry.
September 3
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.William Cullen Bryant.O sweet September! thy first breezes bringThe dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter,The cool, fresh air, whence health and vigor springAnd promise of exceeding joy hereafter.George Arnold.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
William Cullen Bryant.
O sweet September! thy first breezes bringThe dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter,The cool, fresh air, whence health and vigor springAnd promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
George Arnold.
O Lord, we thank Thee for the spring, which brought her handsome promise, for the gorgeous preparation which the summer made in his manly strength, and we bless Thee for the months of autumn, whose sober beauty now is cast on every hill and every tree. We thank Thee for the harvests which the toil and the thought of man have gathered already from the surface of the ground, or digged from its bosom. We bless Thee for the other harvests still growing beneath the earth, or hanging abundant beauties in the autumnal sun from many a tree, all over our blessed Northern land. Amen.
Theodore Parker.
September 4
Do right, and God's recompense to you will be the power to do more right. Give, and God's reward to you will be the spirit of giving more: blessed spirit, for it is the Spirit of God Himself, whose Life is the blessedness of giving. Love, and God will pay you with the capacity of more love; for love is Heaven, love is God within you.
Do right, and God's recompense to you will be the power to do more right. Give, and God's reward to you will be the spirit of giving more: blessed spirit, for it is the Spirit of God Himself, whose Life is the blessedness of giving. Love, and God will pay you with the capacity of more love; for love is Heaven, love is God within you.
Frederick W. Robertson.
O Lord, we thank Thee for Thy manifold gifts unto the children of men. Thou givest life and all the sustenance of life. Thou givest our fair and beautiful world. Thou givest us the power of hope and faith and thought. From Thine own giving may we learn that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Teach us, O Lord, to give more freely and more gladly, and may we learn how our own life, and joy and growth are involved in the spirit in which we give and serve. In all our giving and all our serving may we keep before us the vision of the Master who gave Himself that we might live. Amen.
George L. Perin.
September 5
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The soul that rises with us, our life's star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar.Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory, do we comeFrom God who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy,At length the man perceives it die awayAnd fade into the light of common day.William Wordsworth.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The soul that rises with us, our life's star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar.Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory, do we comeFrom God who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy,At length the man perceives it die awayAnd fade into the light of common day.
William Wordsworth.
O Eternal God, Who art without beginning of days or end of years, from Whom cometh all our life; pardon, we beseech Thee, the sins of Thy children, wherein we have darkened Thine own image within us. Let not our light die away amid the common toil and daily care, but so glorify our life with Thy spirit, that we may gladly present both souls and bodies to Thy service an acceptable sacrifice, and, learning to love Thee above all things, may be approved in Thy sight as true disciples of Thy Son Jesus Christ. Amen.
William E. Gaskin.
September 6
A haze on the far horizon,The infinite tender sky,The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields,And the wild geese sailing high,And all over upland and lowlandThe charm of the goldenrod—Some of us call it Autumn,And others call it God.William H. Carruth.
A haze on the far horizon,The infinite tender sky,The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields,And the wild geese sailing high,And all over upland and lowlandThe charm of the goldenrod—Some of us call it Autumn,And others call it God.
William H. Carruth.
Once more, O God, Thou partest the curtains of night to bless us with a new day. In its dawning Thou revealest Thyself to us anew. Fresh beauties break upon our vision; new evidences of Thy goodness appear; new joys rise in our hearts. We thank Thee for the harvest of corn that feeds our bodies and the harvest of beauty that feeds our souls; for the blue of the distant hills and the wide stretch of meadow and prairie; for golden flower and flying bird; for the nearness of Thy presence in the brooding haze; for the thoughts unutterable that rise within us. In thankfulness may we go forth to our daily tasks and live in consciousness of Thy eternal presence and love. Amen.
Rodney F. Johonnot.
September 7
I come under your windows, some fine morning, and play you one of my adagio movements, and some of you say,—This is good, play us so always. But, dear friends, if I did not change the stop sometimes, the machine would wear out in one part and rust in another. How easily this or that tune flows! you say, there must be no end of such melodies in him. I will open the poor machine for you one moment, and you shall look. Every note marks where a spur of steel has been driven in. It is easy to grind out the song, but to plant these bristling points which make it was the painful task of time.
I come under your windows, some fine morning, and play you one of my adagio movements, and some of you say,—This is good, play us so always. But, dear friends, if I did not change the stop sometimes, the machine would wear out in one part and rust in another. How easily this or that tune flows! you say, there must be no end of such melodies in him. I will open the poor machine for you one moment, and you shall look. Every note marks where a spur of steel has been driven in. It is easy to grind out the song, but to plant these bristling points which make it was the painful task of time.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
We thank Thee, Father, for Thy love which, like the morning light, fails not to greet us at each opening day. While its radiant beams light up the pathway from our hearts to Thine, we come, with eager steps, for morning worship and for praise. Take Thou, we pray, the hand outstretched out to Thee and lead us safely through another day. Grant us the strength to do our very best and leave results with Thee. We do not ask for ease, but victory; not for the praise of men, but for the blessing of our God upon our heaven-appointed task. Grant us the joy supreme of knowing, when the sun has set, that we have left undone no duty to our God or fellowman. Amen.
J. W. Annas.
September 8
Admit into thy silent breastThe notes of but one birdAnd instantly thy soul will joinIn jubilant accord.The perfume of a single flow'rInhale like breath of God,And in the garden of thy heartA thousand buds will nod.Toward one star in heaven's expanseDirect thy spirit's fight,And thou wilt have in the wide world,My child, enough delight.Johanna Ambrosius.
Admit into thy silent breastThe notes of but one birdAnd instantly thy soul will joinIn jubilant accord.The perfume of a single flow'rInhale like breath of God,And in the garden of thy heartA thousand buds will nod.Toward one star in heaven's expanseDirect thy spirit's fight,And thou wilt have in the wide world,My child, enough delight.
Johanna Ambrosius.
Our Father In Heaven, as Thou turnest the earth once more toward the light to give us another day may we not forget that all things come of Thee. Thou givest us this beautiful earth, adorned with a thousand varied beauties, crowded with opportunities and possibilities, for our home. Day and night, sunshine and the rain, labor and trial, joy and victory, all are from Thy hand. Whatever the circumstances of our life, whatever our labor and place, help us to remember that life is a school in which to learn, an arena where we may fight and win. May we gain wisdom and strength to win the victory which is life eternal, and in finding that may we find peace and content in Thee. Amen.
Frederick A. Taylor.
September 9
Give me the gospel of the fields and woods—The sermons written in the book of books;The sweet communion of the things of earthFresh with the warm baptism of the sun.Give me the offertory of bud and bloom,The perfect caroling of happy birds.Give me the creed of one of God's fair daysWrought in the beauty of its loveliness;And then, the benediction of the stars,His eloquent ministers of the night.James Ravenscroft.
Give me the gospel of the fields and woods—The sermons written in the book of books;The sweet communion of the things of earthFresh with the warm baptism of the sun.Give me the offertory of bud and bloom,The perfect caroling of happy birds.Give me the creed of one of God's fair daysWrought in the beauty of its loveliness;And then, the benediction of the stars,His eloquent ministers of the night.
James Ravenscroft.
Heavenly Father, we praise Thee for the breaking day, the singing birds, the dew in the meadows, the fragrance of the flowers, ascending like old-time incense from Jewish altar, the sun gilding the hill-tops, the veiled stars, the gliding river, mirroring in its depths, sedge and tree and overhanging sky. Thou hast ordained that we nestle in the bosom of nature and feel the touch of God. Pour strength into our beings from bird and flower, and Thy spirit which moves in them, that our youth may be renewed like the eagle's. So shall the memories of earth enrich our heaven. We praise and supplicate in the name of Jesus. Amen.
L. A. Freeman.
September 10
Just whistle a bit if the day be darkAnd the sky be overcast:If mute be the voice of the piping lark,Why, pipe your own small blast.And it's wonderful how o'er the gray sky-track,The truant warbler comes stealing back.But why need he come? for your soul's at rest,And the song in the heart,—ah, that is best.Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Just whistle a bit if the day be darkAnd the sky be overcast:If mute be the voice of the piping lark,Why, pipe your own small blast.And it's wonderful how o'er the gray sky-track,The truant warbler comes stealing back.But why need he come? for your soul's at rest,And the song in the heart,—ah, that is best.
Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the assurance that all things work together for good to them that love Thee. Help us to live this day in joyous faith in that promise. May we realize that behind all clouds the sun still shines, and that the Father's wisdom never errs, and his love never fails. Give us courage for this day's conflicts, grace for its trials, and strength for its duties. Guide our feet in the way of Thy commandments and fill our souls with the joy of Thy presence. May our lives no less than our lips praise Thee. Amen.
Charles F. Rice.
September 11
For each true deed is worship; it is prayer,And carries its own answer unaware.Yes, they whose feet upon good errands runAre friends of God, with Michael of the sun;Yes, each accomplished service of the dayPaves for the feet of God a lordlier way.The souls that love and labor through all wrong,They clasp His hand and make the Circle strong;They lay the deep foundation stone by stone,And build into Eternity God's throne!Edwin Markham.
For each true deed is worship; it is prayer,And carries its own answer unaware.Yes, they whose feet upon good errands runAre friends of God, with Michael of the sun;Yes, each accomplished service of the dayPaves for the feet of God a lordlier way.The souls that love and labor through all wrong,They clasp His hand and make the Circle strong;They lay the deep foundation stone by stone,And build into Eternity God's throne!
Edwin Markham.
Our Heavenly Father, we, Thy children, turn to Thee in gratitude and hope for this new day of opportunity. May our high calling in Christ Jesus loom large before our eyes. Deliver us, we humbly beseech Thee, from making ourselves and our concerns chief in thought and effort. May we find our lives in saving those whose sky is dark, whose burdens are heavy, and whose faith is perishing. With zest, as do the angels, when we hear Thy Spirit's voice, may we turn and obey. To let these hours of service prove to us, not only that Thou art, but that Thou art the rewarder of them that diligently seek Thee. Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.
DeWitt S. Clark.
September 12
Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls.Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good name,Robs me of that which not enriches him,And makes me poor indeed.Shakespeare.
Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls.Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good name,Robs me of that which not enriches him,And makes me poor indeed.
Shakespeare.
God of all righteousness and charity, breathe upon me the spirit of thine own charity and righteousness, that I may deal worthily with the good name of every human being with whom I have to do. Help me, that I may bring no injury to the fair fame of any. May the law of kindness be in my lips, and the spirit of helpful justice in my heart. Inspire me to come, whenever I ought, to the rescue of the slandered, that I may deliver them into the liberty of human fellowship. And not to me alone, O God, but to all men, teach this divine lesson of fair judgment and sweet help, that they may live together as children in thy gracious family. Amen.
William N. Clarke.
September 13
I searched for love in heart of city's hum;I searched for love upon the shining sandOf ocean beach; and then on towering cliffs I sungA pleading song that love unto my heart might come;But love came not.I searched for love no more, but labored soreTo ease those hearts whom sorrow'd touched before,Faint hope that in sweet work I'd surely findSome compensation for a fate unkind—When, lo! love came.Bessie L. Russell.For love and life and light and breath and ease,For work, success and hope, for power to please,For conscience clear, for faith without alloy,For common share in common human joy,I thank Thee, gracious God!For loneliness and shadow, sickness, care,For failure, doubt, remorse, death, and despair,For sleepless nights, for aching heart and brain,For common share in common human pain,I thank Thee, gracious God! Amen.Margaret Wentworth.
I searched for love in heart of city's hum;I searched for love upon the shining sandOf ocean beach; and then on towering cliffs I sungA pleading song that love unto my heart might come;But love came not.I searched for love no more, but labored soreTo ease those hearts whom sorrow'd touched before,Faint hope that in sweet work I'd surely findSome compensation for a fate unkind—When, lo! love came.
Bessie L. Russell.
For love and life and light and breath and ease,For work, success and hope, for power to please,For conscience clear, for faith without alloy,For common share in common human joy,I thank Thee, gracious God!For loneliness and shadow, sickness, care,For failure, doubt, remorse, death, and despair,For sleepless nights, for aching heart and brain,For common share in common human pain,I thank Thee, gracious God! Amen.
Margaret Wentworth.
September 14
In fallow fields the goldenrodAnd purple asters beck and nod.The milkweed launches fairy boats;In tangled silver the cobweb floats.Pervasive odors of ripening vine,Fill the air like a luscious wine.The gentian blooms on the browning waste;With coral chains is the alder laced.The blackbirds gather, and wheel and fly,The swallows twitter a low "Goodbye!"Sara Andrew Shafer.
In fallow fields the goldenrodAnd purple asters beck and nod.The milkweed launches fairy boats;In tangled silver the cobweb floats.Pervasive odors of ripening vine,Fill the air like a luscious wine.The gentian blooms on the browning waste;With coral chains is the alder laced.The blackbirds gather, and wheel and fly,The swallows twitter a low "Goodbye!"
Sara Andrew Shafer.
Father in Heaven, we love Thee, we cannot help it. Thy blessings around us on every side tell us of Thy love. Our love leaps involuntarily from our hearts responsive to these numberless delights. We thank Thee for the rich harvests that burden the fields, for the acres of beauty that reach over hill and through meadow, for the stars that make cheerful the night. Help us to bless Thee when the storms come to disappoint and destroy. May we realize that the tempest comes from the Good Father, that He has sent it, a great blessing in disguise. Great Father, help us to know and feel that everything coming from Thee is good. So may Thy Kingdom come to Thy children of earth. Amen.
Charles Edward Davis.
September 15
Once, out of all the anguish and the sorrow of my heart,I wrote a song, and put my pent-up passion in its art.And the great world never heeded this soulful human groan,For it bore a burden infinitely heavy of its own.Once, out of all the happiness and joy within my breast,I made a little song and blithely sent it on its quest.And the great world, with its infinitely many joys, divine,Still had room and instant welcome for this little song of mine.William F. Dix.
Once, out of all the anguish and the sorrow of my heart,I wrote a song, and put my pent-up passion in its art.And the great world never heeded this soulful human groan,For it bore a burden infinitely heavy of its own.Once, out of all the happiness and joy within my breast,I made a little song and blithely sent it on its quest.And the great world, with its infinitely many joys, divine,Still had room and instant welcome for this little song of mine.
William F. Dix.
O God, I thank Thee that Thou hast numbered me with the children of the day. O Immanuel, make Thy Presence to be a sun within me this day. May I dispel clouds or reveal the rainbows ever half-hidden in robes of mists. May I melt snows and bring spring-time freshets of joy. May I shed light that shall turn groans into songs. May I shine on till I shall stand before the Great White Throne that is encompassed with an unbroken rainbow, and take up the angelic music among that starry host of souls who have found the true "music of the spheres," and are:
"Forever singing as they shine,'The hand that made us is divine.'"Amen.
"Forever singing as they shine,'The hand that made us is divine.'"Amen.
Elliott F. Studley.
September 16
All is best, though we oft doubtWhat the unsearchable disposeOf highest wisdom brings about,And ever best found in the close.Oft He seems to hide His face,But unexpectedly returns,And to his faithful champion hath in placeBore witness gloriously.John Milton.
All is best, though we oft doubtWhat the unsearchable disposeOf highest wisdom brings about,And ever best found in the close.Oft He seems to hide His face,But unexpectedly returns,And to his faithful champion hath in placeBore witness gloriously.
John Milton.
Our Father, we have ever dwelt in Thee, though sometimes we have forgotten it. While our eyes slept, it may be that to our spirit's sight a ladder was set up on the earth and the top of it reached to heaven, and on it Thy angels were ascending and descending to help us. Now again, O Father, comes to us from Thy hand of love the food and the tasks of a new day. Help us then to put away the error from which we fled or should have fled yesterday. This morning let us set up the stone of our Bethel that through the day we may be reminded in all we do, that Thou art in this place with us. Whether we see Thee or not, let us take courage and make this a day nearer Thee. Fill us with Jesus' own large sympathies for others, with Jesus' purpose to seek and to serve the right, and especially grant us Jesus' complete trust in Thy perfect goodness. In His name, we ask it. Amen.
Merrill C. Ward.
September 17
As far as earth is from the sky,So Love is high.Where Alpine lakes their vigils keepIs Love more deep.In Nature there no boundaries areThat tell how far Love goes;Love's measure, as each countless star,God knows.* * * * *One only thing we know: Love comes to stay;Though God's to give, it is not even HisTo take away.Marian Alden.
As far as earth is from the sky,So Love is high.Where Alpine lakes their vigils keepIs Love more deep.In Nature there no boundaries areThat tell how far Love goes;Love's measure, as each countless star,God knows.* * * * *One only thing we know: Love comes to stay;Though God's to give, it is not even HisTo take away.
Marian Alden.
O God, our Heavenly Father, we recognize our dependence upon Thee for the bounties of Thy never-failing Providence, and as we enter upon this new day to which Thou has safely brought us, we ask Thy help that we may receive it as a gift from Thee and may consecrate ourselves more perfectly in the least things as well as in the greatest, to Thy service. Help us to be faithful to all the duties and responsibilities of our lot. Deliver us from all useless discontent, all idle doubts and foolish fears. In all our dealings may we be simple and sincere. Strengthen us to do at every moment that which we feel to be right and good in Thy sight, and through loyal obedience to Thy will may we rise into a clearer vision of the things that belong to Thy heavenly kingdom. Amen.
William H. Fish.
September 18
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses.
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses.
Alphonse Karr.
There are those who want to get away from all their past; who if they could, would fain begin all over again. Their life seems one long failure. But you must learn, you must let God teach you, that the only way to get rid of your past is to get a future out of it.
There are those who want to get away from all their past; who if they could, would fain begin all over again. Their life seems one long failure. But you must learn, you must let God teach you, that the only way to get rid of your past is to get a future out of it.
Phillips Brooks.
Our Heavenly Father, the remembrance of Thee fills life with all that is most beautiful and bright. Our deepest sorrows, our most bitter experiences come when we forget Thee. No life can be a failure which strives to do Thy will. Sorrow may come to us, but just as an artist may darken a flower, in painting, before retouching it to make its color all the brighter, so we know that Thou, who givest color to the flowers, may for a season permit sorrow to darken our lives; but Thou art only in the midst of Thy work. At Thy retouch, life becomes the more beautiful. Help us to pray, not simply, "Lord, remember me," for it is not possible for Thee to forget Thy children; we pray "assist us to be always mindful of Thee." Amen.
E. McP. Amee.
September 19
The sooner we read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest a little Eastern apothegm of Howard Hinton's the better: Two balls were together in a box, a gold and a gilt ball. The gilt ball was carefully done up in tissue paper, and securely wedged into one corner; but the gold ball was loose, and went rolling about with every movement of the box. "Oh, please, do take care of yourself!" said the gilt ball, peeping out apprehensively from the folds of the tissue paper. "Why, where's the harm?" answered the gold ball, as it took a fresh lurch to an opposite corner. "Oh, how can you?" cried the other; "you'll rub it off." "Rub what off?" asked the gold ball.... The gold won't rub off.... Only the gingerbread gilt.
The sooner we read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest a little Eastern apothegm of Howard Hinton's the better: Two balls were together in a box, a gold and a gilt ball. The gilt ball was carefully done up in tissue paper, and securely wedged into one corner; but the gold ball was loose, and went rolling about with every movement of the box. "Oh, please, do take care of yourself!" said the gilt ball, peeping out apprehensively from the folds of the tissue paper. "Why, where's the harm?" answered the gold ball, as it took a fresh lurch to an opposite corner. "Oh, how can you?" cried the other; "you'll rub it off." "Rub what off?" asked the gold ball.... The gold won't rub off.... Only the gingerbread gilt.
Ellice Hopkins.
Heavenly Father, we hear the loving call of this new day and on the wings of the morning we would speed to the work and worship of the beautiful hours Thou hast given us. We thank Thee that Thou hast made us for the hurry of the market place as well as for the quiet of the home. May our own lives be brightened by contact with our fellowmen. May the pure gold of the Spirit of Christ be ours in purity of personal thought, in the benediction of words of strength and sweetness and in the varied service we may render our neighbors in the name of Jesus our Lord and Saviour. Amen.
James F. Allen.
September 20
O heart of mine, we shouldn't worry so!What we've missed of calm we couldn't have, you know!What we've met of stormy pain,And of sorrow's driving rain,We can better meet again,If it blow!For we know, not every morrow can be sad;So, forgetting all the sorrowWe have had,Let us fold away our fears,And put by our childish tears,And through all the coming years,Just be glad.James Whitcomb Riley.
O heart of mine, we shouldn't worry so!What we've missed of calm we couldn't have, you know!What we've met of stormy pain,And of sorrow's driving rain,We can better meet again,If it blow!For we know, not every morrow can be sad;So, forgetting all the sorrowWe have had,Let us fold away our fears,And put by our childish tears,And through all the coming years,Just be glad.
James Whitcomb Riley.
Heavenly Father, Thy very name fills our hearts with confidence and peace. For we know that out of Thy Fatherly goodness all earthly providences are bestowed and administered for our good. So, for our unwilling submission, when Thou hast led us into hard and thorny pathways, we ask Thy generous forgiveness; and for our ingratitude when pleasure and prosperity have attended us, we entreat Thy tender patience. As Thou hast commanded us to rejoice in Thy salvation, may our hearts be filled with gladness to-day; and, as Thou hast counselled us that when we lack wisdom, we may ask of Thee, we beseech Thee to bestow upon us now and evermore the wisdom of cheerfulness and joy. In the name of Jesus, Amen.
Edmund L. Smiley.
September 21
We all shrink, like cowards, from new duties, new responsibilities. We do not venture to go out of the beaten track of our daily life. Close to us, on each side of the road, are those whom we might help or save with one good action, one kind word. But we are afraid. We say: "I am not prepared; I am not ready; I have not time; I am not qualified; find some better person; send some one else." Perhaps we have only one talent, and, therefore, instead of using it, we hide it, and when the Master comes we shall meet him with the old answer: "I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth. Lo! there thou hast that is thine."
We all shrink, like cowards, from new duties, new responsibilities. We do not venture to go out of the beaten track of our daily life. Close to us, on each side of the road, are those whom we might help or save with one good action, one kind word. But we are afraid. We say: "I am not prepared; I am not ready; I have not time; I am not qualified; find some better person; send some one else." Perhaps we have only one talent, and, therefore, instead of using it, we hide it, and when the Master comes we shall meet him with the old answer: "I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth. Lo! there thou hast that is thine."
James Freeman Clarke.
From the base sin of selfishness, O Lord, deliver us. Teach us by Thy life of ministry and sacrifice for others that the more fully and willingly we lose ourselves in service for our fellowmen, the more surely we shall find ourselves in Thee. As we go forth this day in paths that Thou hast prepared for us, help us to so forget ourselves in acts of kindness and words of comfort that each one whom our lives may touch, may become thereby a happier, purer, stronger soul. Take Thou the care of these lives of ours, while, with Thee, in busy streets and crowded shops where greed is grasping and sin is lurking, we shall try to care for souls of others, who need the help that we might give. Then, at the eventide today or on the morrow, it will be our joy like Thine to find ourselves again in hearts made happy, in lives inspired, in souls redeemed. Amen.
George B. Dean.
September 22
Before God's footstool to confessA poor soul knelt and bowed his head,"I failed!" he wailed. The Master said,"Thou didst thy best—that is success!"Anonymous.Straight from the Mighty Bow, this truth is driven:"They fail, and they alone, who have not striven."Fly far, O shaft of light, all doubt redeeming,Rouse men from dull despair and idle dreaming.High Heaven's Evangel be, gospel God-given;They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.Clarence Urmy.
Before God's footstool to confessA poor soul knelt and bowed his head,"I failed!" he wailed. The Master said,"Thou didst thy best—that is success!"
Anonymous.
Straight from the Mighty Bow, this truth is driven:"They fail, and they alone, who have not striven."Fly far, O shaft of light, all doubt redeeming,Rouse men from dull despair and idle dreaming.High Heaven's Evangel be, gospel God-given;They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.
Clarence Urmy.
We thank Thee, O God, for the light that reveals to us the divine estimate of life, that lifts the veil of mystery from struggle and sacrifice and enables us to interpret their meaning as elements of successful living. We praise Thee for the truth that assures us that we are in this world to win, to overcome, to be more than conquerors. We pray that we may be too busy to dream and too brave to doubt. Strengthen us for life's conflict, help us to carry our burdens cheerfully, fight courageously, strive lawfully, that we may be worthy to be counted among those who shall receive the crown of righteousness and hear at last the "Well done" of the Master. Amen.
George S. Scrivener.
September 23
Be diligent and faithful, patient and hopeful, one and all of you; and may we all know, at all times, that verily the Eternal rules above us, and that nothing finally wrong has happened or can happen.
Be diligent and faithful, patient and hopeful, one and all of you; and may we all know, at all times, that verily the Eternal rules above us, and that nothing finally wrong has happened or can happen.
Thomas Carlyle.
If you entered the workshop of a blacksmith, you would not dare to find fault with his bellows, anvils and hammers. If you had not the skill of a workman, but the consideration of a man, what would you say? "It is not without cause the bellows are placed there; the artificer knew, though I do not know, the reason." You would not dare to find fault with the blacksmith in his shop, and do you dare to find fault with God in His world?
If you entered the workshop of a blacksmith, you would not dare to find fault with his bellows, anvils and hammers. If you had not the skill of a workman, but the consideration of a man, what would you say? "It is not without cause the bellows are placed there; the artificer knew, though I do not know, the reason." You would not dare to find fault with the blacksmith in his shop, and do you dare to find fault with God in His world?
St. Bernard.
We thank Thee, O loving Father, that we are not alone in the universe with longing for the higher life. There are a thousand revelations of Thee in our fellowmen. And when we cannot find Thee, for blindness, in nature or in ourselves, we can see Thee revealed in the lives heroic that surround us. In the abstract Thou art hard to find; in the lives of men Thou art always visible. We thank Thee that there is a contagion of rightness and that love is a vital seed that fills the world with its kind. We are fearful of love sometimes, fearing to waste it on a loveless world. Help us to see that every atom we give becomes an ocean to ourselves. Amen.
Albert C. Grier.
September 24
To be at all—what is better than that?I think if there were nothing more developed, the clam in its callous shell in the sand were august enoughI am not in any callous shell;I am cased with supple conductors, all overThey take every object by the hand, and lead it within me;They are thousands, each one with his entry to himself;They are always watching with their little eyes, from my head to my feet;One no more than a point lets in and out of me such bliss and magnitude,I think I could lift the girder of the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.Walt Whitman.
To be at all—what is better than that?I think if there were nothing more developed, the clam in its callous shell in the sand were august enoughI am not in any callous shell;I am cased with supple conductors, all overThey take every object by the hand, and lead it within me;They are thousands, each one with his entry to himself;They are always watching with their little eyes, from my head to my feet;One no more than a point lets in and out of me such bliss and magnitude,I think I could lift the girder of the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.
Walt Whitman.
Our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for all the delicate beauty as well as for the rugged strength of these bodies in which Thou hast set us to live. But more wonderful than the habitation of the soul is the soul itself. Thou hast made us a little lower than the angels, Thou hast crowned us with glory and honor, and we join reverently in the words of the great poet-prophet who said of man—"In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a God!" O Lord, we thank Thee for this great thought of our own life. Yet let us not be vain nor proud. We pray rather that we may be inspired to live so earnestly and so nobly that we shall prove our title now to all that we have dreamed as our natural birthright. So shall we feel ourselves to-day sons and daughters of God. Amen.
George L. Perin.
September 25
I do believe the common man's task is the hardest. The hero has the hero's aspiration that lifts him to his labor. All great duties are easier than the little ones, though they cost far more blood and agony.
I do believe the common man's task is the hardest. The hero has the hero's aspiration that lifts him to his labor. All great duties are easier than the little ones, though they cost far more blood and agony.
Phillips Brooks.
Thus man is made equal to every event. He can face danger for the right. A poor, tender, painful body, he can run into flame or bullets or pestilence, with duty for his guide.... I am not afraid of accident as long as I am in my place.... Every man's task is his life-preserver. The conviction that his work is dear to God and cannot be spared, defends him.
Thus man is made equal to every event. He can face danger for the right. A poor, tender, painful body, he can run into flame or bullets or pestilence, with duty for his guide.... I am not afraid of accident as long as I am in my place.... Every man's task is his life-preserver. The conviction that his work is dear to God and cannot be spared, defends him.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
O Thou Who art the giver of every good and perfect gift, help us better to understand the measure of Thy giving; that we count not those blessings only which make life smooth and easy and of tame comfort but the things that make life resolute and hearty, and that put to test the vigor of our souls, that give us chance to prove our high nobility and unfaltering courage; the things that build for the soul's fine substance of eternal worth—these are Thy blessings, too, for which we thank Thee. Give us entrance into Thine eternal living through strong activity and zest of life; that manhood have its eager challenge and womanhood its glowing opportunity to assert themselves as winning joy through bafflement and Thy strong peace that passeth not away, through steadfast consecration to high service. Amen.
George H. Badger.
September 26
If I can put one touch of a rosy sunset into the life of any man, or woman I shall feel that I have worked with God. He is in no haste; and if I do what I may in earnest I need not worry if I do no great work. Let God make His sunsets; I will mottle my little cloud. To help the growth of a thought that struggles toward the light, to brush with gentle hand the earth stain from the white of one snowdrop—such be my ambition.
If I can put one touch of a rosy sunset into the life of any man, or woman I shall feel that I have worked with God. He is in no haste; and if I do what I may in earnest I need not worry if I do no great work. Let God make His sunsets; I will mottle my little cloud. To help the growth of a thought that struggles toward the light, to brush with gentle hand the earth stain from the white of one snowdrop—such be my ambition.
George MacDonald.
Help us, our Father, to know that we have here at hand all that we need to make this day what it ought to be; that we need not look afar, but in the duty of this present moment, in the opportunity to learn, to serve and thus to grow, which the morning offers, is all that is necessary to make this day sound and serviceable; in such a day we shall find enduring joy and from it Thou, the Giver of all days, wilt derive satisfaction, since it will do its full share in fulfilling Thy purpose. And may we see that if we make our todays what they should be Thou wilt take care of the tomorrows. Amen.
Herbert E. Benton.
September 27
My neighbor hath a little field,Small store of wine its presses yield,And truly but a slender hoardIts harvest brings for barn or board.Yet tho' a hundred fields are mine,Fertile with olive, corn and wine;Tho' Autumn piles my garners high,Still for that little field I sigh.For ah! methinks no otherwhereIs any field so good and fair.Small tho' it be, 'tis better farThan all my fruitful vineyards are,Amid whose plenty sad I pine—"Ah, would the little field were mine!"Large knowledge void of peace and rest,And wealth with pining care possest—These by my fertile lands are meant.That little field is called Content.Robertson Trowbridge.
My neighbor hath a little field,Small store of wine its presses yield,And truly but a slender hoardIts harvest brings for barn or board.Yet tho' a hundred fields are mine,Fertile with olive, corn and wine;Tho' Autumn piles my garners high,Still for that little field I sigh.For ah! methinks no otherwhereIs any field so good and fair.Small tho' it be, 'tis better farThan all my fruitful vineyards are,Amid whose plenty sad I pine—"Ah, would the little field were mine!"Large knowledge void of peace and rest,And wealth with pining care possest—These by my fertile lands are meant.That little field is called Content.
Robertson Trowbridge.
Heavenly Father, as prayed Thy servant of old, so we this morning repeat "Give us neither poverty nor riches." Help us this day, in whatsoever state we are, therewith to be content. May no complaining word proceed out of our mouths. Above all may no murmuring thought lodge within us. So shall we rest in peace with Thee, and God, even our God, shall bless us. Yet, O Lord, forbid that we should remain satisfied with any portion, which our best effort, with Thine assistance, can improve. Then shall we grow in grace and more and more approach the stature of true men and women, in Christ Jesus. Amen.
M. Emory Wright.
September 28
Forenoon and afternoon and night—ForenoonAnd afternoon and night,—Forenoon, and—what?The empty song repeats itself. No more?Yea, that is life. Make this forenoon sublime,This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer,And time is conquered, and thy crown is won.Edward Rowland Sill.Help me, O Lord, if I shall seeTimes when I walk from hope apart,Till all my days but seem to beThe troubled week-days of the heart.Help me to find, in seasons past,The hours that have been good or fair,And bid remembrance hold them fast,To keep me wholly from despair.Help me to look behind, before,To make my past and future formA bow of promise, meeting o'erThe darkness of my day of storm.Amen.Phœbe Cary.
Forenoon and afternoon and night—ForenoonAnd afternoon and night,—Forenoon, and—what?The empty song repeats itself. No more?Yea, that is life. Make this forenoon sublime,This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer,And time is conquered, and thy crown is won.
Edward Rowland Sill.
Help me, O Lord, if I shall seeTimes when I walk from hope apart,Till all my days but seem to beThe troubled week-days of the heart.Help me to find, in seasons past,The hours that have been good or fair,And bid remembrance hold them fast,To keep me wholly from despair.Help me to look behind, before,To make my past and future formA bow of promise, meeting o'erThe darkness of my day of storm.Amen.Phœbe Cary.
September 29
The iris-pillar suggested the burning bush on Horeb. In Moses' time, nature, in the regard of science, was a mere bush, a single shrub. Now it has grown, through the researches of the intellect, to a tree. The universe is a mighty tree; and the great truth for us to connect with the majestic science of these days, and to keep vivid by a religious imagination, is, that from the roots of its mystery to the silver-leaved boughs of the firmament, it is continually filled with God, and yet unconsumed.
The iris-pillar suggested the burning bush on Horeb. In Moses' time, nature, in the regard of science, was a mere bush, a single shrub. Now it has grown, through the researches of the intellect, to a tree. The universe is a mighty tree; and the great truth for us to connect with the majestic science of these days, and to keep vivid by a religious imagination, is, that from the roots of its mystery to the silver-leaved boughs of the firmament, it is continually filled with God, and yet unconsumed.
T. Starr King.
Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, who in all ages has been revealing Thyself to men as a God of righteousness and love, we approach Thy throne of grace this morning confessing our unworthiness and pleading Thy forgiving love. While humbling ourselves before Thee because of the consciousness of our unworthiness, we yet approach Thee, our Father, with filial trust and confidence, yea, with gladness of heart and holy boldness in the all-prevailing name of Jesus Christ our Lord. We bless Thee for Thy watchful care over us amid all the dangers, temptations and difficulties of the past. Truly Thou hast been with us, and although Thy people have often been surrounded by fire, the bush has not been consumed. In the future as in the past, be Thou our God and Guide and finally bring us into Thine everlasting Kingdom, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
A. K. MacLennan.
September 30
Would you like to hear what sort of questions the school-boys had to answer eighteen centuries ago? Very well; you shall. A rabbi, who lived nearly twenty years before Christ was born, set his pupils thinking by asking them, "What is the best thing for a man to possess?" One of them replied, "A kind nature;" another, "A good companion;" another, "A good neighbor." But one of them, named Eleazer, said, "A good heart." "I like your answer best, Eleazer," said the master, "for it includes all the rest."
Would you like to hear what sort of questions the school-boys had to answer eighteen centuries ago? Very well; you shall. A rabbi, who lived nearly twenty years before Christ was born, set his pupils thinking by asking them, "What is the best thing for a man to possess?" One of them replied, "A kind nature;" another, "A good companion;" another, "A good neighbor." But one of them, named Eleazer, said, "A good heart." "I like your answer best, Eleazer," said the master, "for it includes all the rest."
Francis Augustus Cox.
Our Father in heaven, we are happy to believe that Thou dost wish us to have the best. Thou dost teach us that the best possession we can have is a good heart, for out of the heart are the issues of life. Thou art the searcher of hearts,—if our hearts are hard Thou canst give us hearts of flesh, if they are sinful Thou canst create clean hearts within us. Even if they are desperately wicked Thou canst make them new. Grant us, therefore, Thy Holy Spirit we humbly beseech Thee, that our hearts may be pure and good. Thus may we ever possess the best possible treasure, and thus may we perfectly love Thee and worthily magnify Thy holy name. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Willard T. Perrin.
October 1