And do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the autumn's dying scent,We know the primrose time will come again;Not more we hope, nor less would soothe our pain.Be bounteous in our faith, for not misspentIs confidence unto the Father lent:Thy need is sown and rooted for his rain,His thoughts are as thine own; nor are his waysOther than thine, but by their loftier senseOf beauty infinite and love intense.Work on! One day, beyond all thought of praiseA sunny joy will crown thee with its rays;Nor other than thy need, thy recompense.George MacDonald.
And do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the autumn's dying scent,We know the primrose time will come again;Not more we hope, nor less would soothe our pain.Be bounteous in our faith, for not misspentIs confidence unto the Father lent:Thy need is sown and rooted for his rain,His thoughts are as thine own; nor are his waysOther than thine, but by their loftier senseOf beauty infinite and love intense.Work on! One day, beyond all thought of praiseA sunny joy will crown thee with its rays;Nor other than thy need, thy recompense.
George MacDonald.
Our Father, in the gratitude of loved and loving children we thank Thee for life and all the faith and hope and love Thy goodness has awakened in our souls. For the splendors of the world and the greater splendor of the mind radiant with Thy love, we bow in rapture and adoration. Overwhelmed at times by the mysteries and vicissitudes of life, we will trust Thy will to lead us out of darkness into the light of Thine informing spirit of truth and wisdom. Conscious of our weakness and needs, we rejoice that strength and supply are assured to us in the permanence of Thy Fatherhood. Lead us more and ever more to realize that in Thee we live and move and have our being. Amen.
Richmond Fisk.
June 6
When a feller goes a-huntin' for a roseHe shouldn't be a-thinkin' of the thorn;He must woo it, he must win it—Where his heart beats he must pin itAn' breathe the breath that's in itEvery morn!When a feller goes a-huntin' for a roseHe shouldn't see the thorn beneath its breast,But for all its thorny foes.Red and reckless,—one poor roseIs sweet enough, God knows,For the best.Frank L. Stanton.
When a feller goes a-huntin' for a roseHe shouldn't be a-thinkin' of the thorn;He must woo it, he must win it—Where his heart beats he must pin itAn' breathe the breath that's in itEvery morn!When a feller goes a-huntin' for a roseHe shouldn't see the thorn beneath its breast,But for all its thorny foes.Red and reckless,—one poor roseIs sweet enough, God knows,For the best.
Frank L. Stanton.
O Lord, our God, so great is our life we may find that for which we look,—the good or the bad. Send us into this day with eyes searching for the good. Beholding it may we admire it and admiring it we shall become like it changed into the same image from character to character by the Spirit. May we be more concerned to do right than not to do wrong. Save us from a humility that is weakness and give us largeness of life without pride. May we want nothing so much as opportunity,—opportunity to be, to do, to suffer. May we not strive for bigness but for fitness and may our reception of the Christ be our forgiveness and our salvation for His name's sake. Amen.
T. C. Martin.
June 7
The beauty of work depends upon the way we meet it,—whether we arm ourselves each morning to attack it as an enemy that must be vanquished before night comes, or whether we open our eyes with the sunrise to welcome it as an approaching friend who will keep us delightful company all day, and who will make us feel at evening, that the day was well worth its fatigues.
The beauty of work depends upon the way we meet it,—whether we arm ourselves each morning to attack it as an enemy that must be vanquished before night comes, or whether we open our eyes with the sunrise to welcome it as an approaching friend who will keep us delightful company all day, and who will make us feel at evening, that the day was well worth its fatigues.
Lucy Larcom.
Our Heavenly Father, Thou givest us light for the hours of labor and darkness for the hours of slumber. We toil and then we rest. We sleep and then we arise, to perform the tasks which await us. Convince us, O God, that the life which Thou hast given us to live is more than working that we may rest, and resting that we may work. Persuade us that it is for some great and good end. Help us to understand that even as we live in Thee so Thou dost fulfil Thine eternal purposes in and through us. Teach us that our smallest effort is important to Thee. So may we dread no duty. So may every moment of every day be precious in our sight. Amen.
Roger S. Forbes.
June 8
And those who heard the Singers threeDisputed which the best might be;For still their music seemed to startDiscordant echoes in each heart.But the great Master said, "I seeNo best in kind, but in degree;I gave a various gift to each,To charm, to strengthen, and to teach."These are the three great chords of might,And he whose ear is tuned aright,Will hear no discord in the three,But the most perfect harmony."Henry W. Longfellow.
And those who heard the Singers threeDisputed which the best might be;For still their music seemed to startDiscordant echoes in each heart.But the great Master said, "I seeNo best in kind, but in degree;I gave a various gift to each,To charm, to strengthen, and to teach."These are the three great chords of might,And he whose ear is tuned aright,Will hear no discord in the three,But the most perfect harmony."
Henry W. Longfellow.
O God, our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for all Thy mercies new every morning, and fresh every evening, but especially we bless Thee that Thou callest us to Thy service and kingdom by Jesus Christ, our Lord, and hast vouchsafed to each of us some gracious gift whereby we may accomplish Thy holy will concerning us. Grant that we may so improve and use that pearl of price as to enhance greatly the welfare of Thy children. Help each to see the good in all, and all to see the good in each, that all may strive together in sinless and sweet accord for the common weal and thus for the glory of Thy name, and so hasten the happy day when all souls shall be one, as prayed the Saviour of the world. Amen.
Alfred P. Putnam.
June 9
Men talk sometimes as if the passage of a ship through the sea or a bird through the air is a fit symbol of man's passage through this world. I do not think so. A better symbol would be the passage of a plough through the soil leaving a furrow behind. What does the furrow include? All the memory of every beautiful picture and landscape you have ever seen. It includes the memory of every experience, every sweet association, every tie of love, whether of father, mother, wife or children. All these, whether living or dead, speak to you. They have a voice, a language that you will understand.
Men talk sometimes as if the passage of a ship through the sea or a bird through the air is a fit symbol of man's passage through this world. I do not think so. A better symbol would be the passage of a plough through the soil leaving a furrow behind. What does the furrow include? All the memory of every beautiful picture and landscape you have ever seen. It includes the memory of every experience, every sweet association, every tie of love, whether of father, mother, wife or children. All these, whether living or dead, speak to you. They have a voice, a language that you will understand.
George L. Perin.
We thank Thee, O God, for the many influences past and present which have had a share in the moulding of our lives and characters toward a larger usefulness and a more perfect realization of the Christian ideal. We thank Thee for the mother's love which watched over us through years of helplessness; for the father's love which made provision for our wants, for the human sympathy which has everywhere blessed and strengthened us and made life brighter; for the friends of youth and age who have helped us to better things. Grant, O God, that a memory of these blessings may abide with us so long as life may last, and that as we have been helped by others to walk the way of life we may not forget to extend a helping hand to those who may need our comfort and our sympathy.
Orin Edson Crooker.
June 10
It is not to taste sweet things, but to do noble and true things, and vindicate himself under God's heaven, as a God-made man, that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs. This dim longing for what is noble and true, the still small voice which calls to one imperatively in moments of temptation, is the safeguard which, if hearkened to, not only protects one in severe trials of manliness and womanliness, but also incites to the formation of a fine character, without which all acquisitions, all graces and accomplishments, all talents and all learning, are but as sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal.
It is not to taste sweet things, but to do noble and true things, and vindicate himself under God's heaven, as a God-made man, that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs. This dim longing for what is noble and true, the still small voice which calls to one imperatively in moments of temptation, is the safeguard which, if hearkened to, not only protects one in severe trials of manliness and womanliness, but also incites to the formation of a fine character, without which all acquisitions, all graces and accomplishments, all talents and all learning, are but as sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal.
Thomas Carlyle.
Almighty God, our heavenly Father, in grateful recognition of Thy love and watchful care, we thank Thee for the repose of the night and the promise of the day. Our desire is to do Thy will, and we ask for the guidance and inspiration of Thy spirit. Enable us to perform faithfully all the work that Thou hast given us to do. Grant us a sufficiency of Thy grace to treat all our fellowmen as children of Thine, and when night comes may we have the blessed assurance that through the experiences of this day we have become a little more like Thine own glorious self in love and holiness. We ask it in the name of Jesus, our example, and Saviour. Amen.
Warren S. Perkins.
June 11
Now it is June, and the secret is told;Flashed from the buttercup's glory of gold;Hummed in the bumblebee's gladness, and sungNew from each bough where a bird's nest is swung;Breathed from the clover-beds, when the winds pass;Chirped in small psalms, through the aisles of the grass.Henry James, Sr.
Now it is June, and the secret is told;Flashed from the buttercup's glory of gold;Hummed in the bumblebee's gladness, and sungNew from each bough where a bird's nest is swung;Breathed from the clover-beds, when the winds pass;Chirped in small psalms, through the aisles of the grass.
Henry James, Sr.
Dear Father, in the morning hour of this new day, we thank Thee for the glorious revelation of Thyself in the open Book of Nature. May we love the beautiful and therein love Thee, with a true and abiding affection. Grant unto us the understanding that it is only as we have the spirit of the beautiful in our lives that we can appreciate the beautiful without us. So may we value this life, which is from Thee, as a means of attaining a larger usefulness and for realizing that goodness which is ever heavenly. In simply trying to be nobler, more unselfish, like unto Christ, we pray, that we may learn how good is life. Amen.
Thomas Edward Potterton.
June 12
Methinks I love all common things,The common air, the common flower,The dear, kind, common thought that springsFrom hearts that have no other dower,No other wealth, no other power,Save love; and will not that repayFor all else fortune tears away?Bryan Waller Procter.
Methinks I love all common things,The common air, the common flower,The dear, kind, common thought that springsFrom hearts that have no other dower,No other wealth, no other power,Save love; and will not that repayFor all else fortune tears away?
Bryan Waller Procter.
We thank God for the beauty of the world. We thank God that it is good to be alive. We thank God for the joy that joins us to Thy world in gladness, and makes it seem to be the open book of Thy graciousness and tenderness and compassion. We thank Thee also for the ministry of those days that were not bright, but that were full of comfort, even in their darkness, into which God came shrouded, only to reveal Himself more clearly as the light. We thank Thee for the intervening by the hand of love and tenderness that is human, so that our best nature was called out for love's sake, and all the lower forces of our lives led in the leash of that sweet attraction. We thank God for everything for which our life is better, and pray Thee to help us to use Thy mercies to turn them into strength, not the strength of praise alone, but the strength of service also. Amen.
Thomas R. Slicer.
June 13
A creed is a rod,And a crown is of night;But this thing is God,To be man with thy might,To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.Algernon Charles Swinburne.
A creed is a rod,And a crown is of night;But this thing is God,To be man with thy might,To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.
Algernon Charles Swinburne.
Life is fuller and sweeter for every fulness and sweetness that we take knowledge of. And to him that hath, cannot help being given from everything.
Life is fuller and sweeter for every fulness and sweetness that we take knowledge of. And to him that hath, cannot help being given from everything.
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney.
Infinite Love and Beauty, who stirrest in the tiniest seed that breaks its earthly shell to greet the light and warmth of thy beneficence and round its life in blade and flower and ripened fruit,—awake in us, we pray, that we may burst the casements of our dead selves and live to bear the fruits of completed lives. Be love alone our creed and service our crown; and in the sweetness and light of these twin ministers draw Thou us on, until having taken full knowledge of the fulness and sweetness of our Lord the Christ, we shall have measured in our spiritual stature, His perfect manliness and strength. Thus shall we have indeed and to us shall be given from everything. Amen.
Albert C. White.
June 14
He fails who climbs to power and placeUp the pathway of disgrace.He fails not who makes truth his cause,Nor bends to win the crowd's applause.He fails not, he who stakes his allUpon the right and dares to fall.What though the living bless or blame,For him the long success of fame!Richard Watson Gilder.
He fails who climbs to power and placeUp the pathway of disgrace.He fails not who makes truth his cause,Nor bends to win the crowd's applause.He fails not, he who stakes his allUpon the right and dares to fall.What though the living bless or blame,For him the long success of fame!
Richard Watson Gilder.
Our Heavenly Father, help us when we fail to see and know the truth and its blessed influence for good. Help us to combat bravely the evil in the world and to look to Thee for encouragement and success. Help us, if we fail, to regain our footing and to reach the higher because of the effort which Thy love prompts. We gratefully accept the power which Thy wisdom gives and thank Thee for the opportunity to use its strength. Be Thou our guide and we shall fear no failure, nor overestimate the worth of success. So shall we "rejoice in the Lord always,"—in failure because of Thy help and in success because of Thine approval. In the name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Redeemer. Amen.
William E. Gibbs.
June 15
A singer sang a song of tears,And the great world heard and weptFor the song of the sorrows of fleeting years,And the hopes which the dead past kept:And souls in anguish their burdens bore,And the world was sadder than ever before.A singer sang a song of cheer,And the great world listened and smiled,For he sang of the love of a Father dearAnd the trust of a little child;And souls that before had forgotten to pray,Looked up and went singing along the way.Emma C. Dowd.
A singer sang a song of tears,And the great world heard and weptFor the song of the sorrows of fleeting years,And the hopes which the dead past kept:And souls in anguish their burdens bore,And the world was sadder than ever before.A singer sang a song of cheer,And the great world listened and smiled,For he sang of the love of a Father dearAnd the trust of a little child;And souls that before had forgotten to pray,Looked up and went singing along the way.
Emma C. Dowd.
Almighty God, our heavenly Father, our trust is evermore in Thee, and we would keep that trust as a song within our hearts, which may cheer and bless and strengthen us. When the night is dark and the day is dreary may that song be with us, and when cares oppress and sorrows meet us, may our prayers still rise to Thee, for Thou art the God of our lives. Let not the day's discouragements depress us, nor its failures find us weak or helpless, nor its trials leave a stain upon our souls. But because we have Thy song of love within our hearts may we march to heavenly music, and ever go upon our way rejoicing. Amen.
Paul Revere Frothingham.
June 16
It is only the sincerity of human feeling that abides. As for a thought, we know not, it may be deceptive; but the love, wherewith we have loved it, will surely return to our soul; nor can a single drop of its clearness or strength be abstracted by error. Of that perfect ideal that each of us strives to build up in himself, the sum total of all our thoughts will help only to model the outline; but the elements that go to construct it, and keep it alive, are the purified passion, unselfishness, loyalty, wherein these thoughts have had being.
It is only the sincerity of human feeling that abides. As for a thought, we know not, it may be deceptive; but the love, wherewith we have loved it, will surely return to our soul; nor can a single drop of its clearness or strength be abstracted by error. Of that perfect ideal that each of us strives to build up in himself, the sum total of all our thoughts will help only to model the outline; but the elements that go to construct it, and keep it alive, are the purified passion, unselfishness, loyalty, wherein these thoughts have had being.
Maeterlinck.
O God, our Heavenly Father, help us to take up the cares of this day with an unselfish heart, and in loyalty to what is right and good. Keep us in right relation to those with whom our lot is cast, in sympathy with the unanxious joy of the world and with the deeper life which is its source. We desire to enter into the thought and the love of the most hopeful souls, that, in all the needful pauses of the day, we may find cheer, incentive, and the ampler rest: through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.
Charles H. Leonard.
June 17
"Does the road wind up-hill all the way?""Yes, to the very end!""Will the day's journey take the whole long day?""From morn to night, my friend!""But is there for the night a resting-place?""A roof for all when the dark hours begin.""May not the darkness hide it from my face?""You cannot miss that inn.""Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?""Those who have gone before.""Then must I knock or call when just in sight?""They will not keep you standing at that door.""Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?""Of labor you shall find the sum.""Will there be beds for me and all who seek?""Yea,—beds for all who come!"Christina Rossetti.
"Does the road wind up-hill all the way?""Yes, to the very end!""Will the day's journey take the whole long day?""From morn to night, my friend!""But is there for the night a resting-place?""A roof for all when the dark hours begin.""May not the darkness hide it from my face?""You cannot miss that inn.""Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?""Those who have gone before.""Then must I knock or call when just in sight?""They will not keep you standing at that door.""Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?""Of labor you shall find the sum.""Will there be beds for me and all who seek?""Yea,—beds for all who come!"
Christina Rossetti.
Our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for this new day. May it be an open door to faithful service. Open our eyes that we may see all vexations, distresses, and toil as angels in disguise sent to strengthen and fulfil us, to prepare us for larger blessings at our journey's end. As the blue sky of Thy loving kindness is broader and more enduring than the clouds that sometimes hide it, so teach us to trust Thine unfailing love that overarches and outlasts all weariness and pain. When life and strength fail us here, may we find them transformed and glorious in the city of God hereafter. Be Thou our shield and our reward now and forever. Amen.
John M. Wilson.
June 18
Those homelier wildflowers, which we call weeds; yellow japanned buttercups and star-disked dandelions, lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the kindling sun of summer; the profuse daisy-like flower which whitens the fields, to the great disgust of liberal shepherds, yet seems fair to loving eyes, with its button-like mound of gold set round with milk-white rays; the tall-stemmed succory, setting its pale blue flowers aflame one after another; the red and white clovers; the broad, flat leaves of the plantain,—"the white man's foot," as the Indians called it;—those common growths which fling themselves to be crushed under our feet and our wheels, making themselves so cheap in this perpetual martyrdom that we forget, each of them is a ray of the divine beauty.
Those homelier wildflowers, which we call weeds; yellow japanned buttercups and star-disked dandelions, lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the kindling sun of summer; the profuse daisy-like flower which whitens the fields, to the great disgust of liberal shepherds, yet seems fair to loving eyes, with its button-like mound of gold set round with milk-white rays; the tall-stemmed succory, setting its pale blue flowers aflame one after another; the red and white clovers; the broad, flat leaves of the plantain,—"the white man's foot," as the Indians called it;—those common growths which fling themselves to be crushed under our feet and our wheels, making themselves so cheap in this perpetual martyrdom that we forget, each of them is a ray of the divine beauty.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
Our Heavenly Father, however poor and mean and commonplace our lives may seem to be, in our better moments we think of ourselves as Thy children. We may have failed sometimes but we shall not utterly fail. In Thy sight, nothing is common or worthless. No life shall be cast as rubbish to the void. However commonplace our tasks may seem, let us feel ourselves in partnership with God, and go forth to the duties of the day with high hope and sense of dignity. So shalt Thou make even our little lives of some real service to the world. We pray to Thee in the spirit of Him, who though the humblest of all, was yet Master of all. Amen.
George L. Perin.
June 19
There's a real grace of character in forgetting the things which disturb the harmony of life.
There's a real grace of character in forgetting the things which disturb the harmony of life.
Hamilton W. Mabie.
Touch your lips with gladness and go singing on your way,Smiles will strangely lighten every duty;Just a little word of cheer may span a sky of grayWith hope's own heaven-tinted bow of beauty.Wear a pleasant face wherein shall shine a joyful heart,As shines the sun, the happy fields adorning;To every care-beclouded life some ray of light impart,And touch your lips with gladness every morning.Nixon Waterman.
Touch your lips with gladness and go singing on your way,Smiles will strangely lighten every duty;Just a little word of cheer may span a sky of grayWith hope's own heaven-tinted bow of beauty.Wear a pleasant face wherein shall shine a joyful heart,As shines the sun, the happy fields adorning;To every care-beclouded life some ray of light impart,And touch your lips with gladness every morning.
Nixon Waterman.
O Thou who art from everlasting to everlasting, Our God and Father, we flee unto Thee as the One who is able to save us from all foes within and without. We confess our weakness and our many grievous faults, and beseech Thee to touch us by Thy Spirit, that with penitent and lowly hearts we may seek Thee as our everlasting Friend and Helper. Be patient yet a while with our shortcomings and frowardness. Suffer us yet a little that Thine infinite grace and compassion may arouse us from our spiritual slumber unto the glorious life of obedience and love. In this new day we would be made to feel Thy presence and the light and joy and peace, which Thou dost promise to all who diligently seek Thee through Jesus Christ Our Lord. Amen.
Clarence E. Rice.
June 20
Now is the high tide of the year,And whatever of life hath ebbed awayComes flooding back with a ripply cheer,Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,We are happy now because God wills it.James Russell Lowell.
Now is the high tide of the year,And whatever of life hath ebbed awayComes flooding back with a ripply cheer,Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,We are happy now because God wills it.
James Russell Lowell.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! early in the morning we approach unto Thee. The whole round of creation is burdened with the exuberance of Thy life, and everywhere is hallowed ground. We come with unshod feet. The sun, mighty minister of Thy great goodness, flooding the world with light and piercing all things with his fiery arrows, calls back to life the sleeping earth, and assures us that we are partakers of Thy light and Thy love and Thy life. O most glorious God! may these Thy mercies, fresh every morning, be with us through the day to strengthen us to do Thy will, we ask in the name of Him who came that we may have life and have it abundantly. Amen.
Frank W. Collier.
June 21
Man hath much need of courage; and need to braceHis spiritual nerve in solitude;Self-trusting, self-sustained, and self-imbued;Seeking God in his own heart's secret place.To perfect self, and in that self embraceThe triune essence of truth, beauty, and good;This is fulfilment, this beatitudeThroned high above base fears and hopes more base.What shall it profit us, if, gaining allThe privilege of priest-made paradise,We lose therewith our self which is the soul?And wherefore should we shrink from even the fall,If haply we should fail with steadfast eyesFixed only on so bright, so pure a goal?John Addington Symonds.
Man hath much need of courage; and need to braceHis spiritual nerve in solitude;Self-trusting, self-sustained, and self-imbued;Seeking God in his own heart's secret place.To perfect self, and in that self embraceThe triune essence of truth, beauty, and good;This is fulfilment, this beatitudeThroned high above base fears and hopes more base.What shall it profit us, if, gaining allThe privilege of priest-made paradise,We lose therewith our self which is the soul?And wherefore should we shrink from even the fall,If haply we should fail with steadfast eyesFixed only on so bright, so pure a goal?
John Addington Symonds.
Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the gift of a new day, for the tasks which it brings, and for the strength with which we rise to its requirements. Help us, through all this day, to remember Thee. Thou art our strength, our guide, our inspiration. Fill us with the courage born of faith. Let us feel that, seeking to do right, we shall be moved and aided by an unseen Power. In all our experiences this day, help us to speak the truth, to be loyal to friendship, to be steadfast in principle, to fight the good fight and to keep the faith. Bless our endeavors to give heart and hope to other souls; and grant them the presence of Thy loving spirit. Amen.
John Clarence Lee.
June 22
Let a man start out at breakneck speed in the morning, pushing and driving and hurrying as if it were a matter of life and death to accomplish a given task before noon, and he will generally end by working himself into a fever of anxiety and harassing care before night, and the man who, under any pretext whatsoever, whether for the sake of wealth or learning or pleasure, has pursued this mad, rushing, whirling method of life for fifteen or twenty years, will find himself thoroughly disqualified for the normal enjoyment of life thenceforward to the end of his days.
Let a man start out at breakneck speed in the morning, pushing and driving and hurrying as if it were a matter of life and death to accomplish a given task before noon, and he will generally end by working himself into a fever of anxiety and harassing care before night, and the man who, under any pretext whatsoever, whether for the sake of wealth or learning or pleasure, has pursued this mad, rushing, whirling method of life for fifteen or twenty years, will find himself thoroughly disqualified for the normal enjoyment of life thenceforward to the end of his days.
George L. Perin.
Most gracious God! Thou who hast sustained us through the night watches, and who now openest to us the day, with its promise of good and opportunity for service, we still depend upon that heavenly faithfulness which never fails. We look to Thee for the quickening of our best powers. We would be laborers together with Thee to-day, not as driven to irksome tasks, but as honored with a welcome privilege. Whether we plant or water may we do it faithfully, and then trust Thee for the desired increase. May it please Thee to quiet our anxieties, to lay to rest our unworthy fears, and to assure us of Thine over-ruling providence; and thus through all our toiling may we enjoy large measures of the peace that passeth understanding. Amen.
James Edward Wright.
June 23
I do not say you can make yourself merry and happy when you are in a physical condition which is contrary to such mental condition, but by practice and effort you can learn to withdraw from it, refusing to allow your judgments and actions to be ruled by it. "What does that matter?" you will learn to say. "It is enough for me to know that the sun does shine, and that this is only a weary fog that is round about me for a moment. I shall come out into the light beyond presently." This is faith,—faith in God, who is Light.
I do not say you can make yourself merry and happy when you are in a physical condition which is contrary to such mental condition, but by practice and effort you can learn to withdraw from it, refusing to allow your judgments and actions to be ruled by it. "What does that matter?" you will learn to say. "It is enough for me to know that the sun does shine, and that this is only a weary fog that is round about me for a moment. I shall come out into the light beyond presently." This is faith,—faith in God, who is Light.
George MacDonald.
Our Father, residing in the light incomprehensible and who art seeing and providing all good for Thine immortal household, when mid investing clouds we shall hail Thy presence, transforming weakness into perfect strength and sighs and groans into joy and swelling songs, above all the many rightful subjects of Christian petition, we pray that Thou wilt always press us near to Thee to feel Thy loving heart-beats and dwell in the light in which is no darkness at all. We pray not to be spared any of our full part of the burdens needful to this day, but to be given the measure of grace to maintain unfaltering steps. Behold with compassion the errors that befall us as we, too, compassionate others. Amen.
Jacob Straub.
June 24
We are all perhaps familiar with the story of the little housemaid, who, when she was asked why she thought she had become a Christian, replied, after a little hesitation, "Because I sweep under the mats." A very poor reason at first sight, and only significant from the fact of the master-motive underlying the fact itself. A child's reasoning—but did not quaint old Herbert employ the same fine logic when he sang:
We are all perhaps familiar with the story of the little housemaid, who, when she was asked why she thought she had become a Christian, replied, after a little hesitation, "Because I sweep under the mats." A very poor reason at first sight, and only significant from the fact of the master-motive underlying the fact itself. A child's reasoning—but did not quaint old Herbert employ the same fine logic when he sang:
"Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws.Makes that and the action fine!"William Moodie.
"Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws.Makes that and the action fine!"
William Moodie.
Dear Lord of Life and Light, at the dawn of another day we rise to thank Thee for Thy watchful care, imparting strength and vitality during the closed hours of the night. Thy gift of eternal life is ours by Thy creatorship and love, and we would pray that in no way during this coming day shall we dishonor our birthright by evil thought or action. Help us to aspire to hold fast and develop Thy holy characteristics, normal to us and made active by our wills. We thank Thee for the goal revealed to us as our destiny, the spirit displayed by our Master, Jesus Christ, and like Him may we lean on Thee daily for the strengthening of our faith and the maturing of our plans. Amen.
Charles E. Lund.
June 25
They are tired of what is old,We will give it voices new;For the half hath not been toldOf the beautiful and true.George MacDonald.The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's,Is not to fancy what were fair in lifeProvided it could be—but finding firstWhat may be, than find how to make it fairUp to our means, a very different thing.Robert Browning.
They are tired of what is old,We will give it voices new;For the half hath not been toldOf the beautiful and true.
George MacDonald.
The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's,Is not to fancy what were fair in lifeProvided it could be—but finding firstWhat may be, than find how to make it fairUp to our means, a very different thing.
Robert Browning.
Thou Infinite Heart! our hearts go out after Thee, not for past, not for future, not for what was, though dear, not for what may be, though in vision precious,—not these the burden of our prayer. Our hearts crave peace, comfort with what is. May we confide in Thee so utterly that the old pain is eased, the anxious foreboding is dispelled, self-will merged in divine will, self-direction yielding to divine leading. Lo! our prayer is answered in the making and we are helped. Amen.
Stanford Mitchell.
June 26
Today is your day and mine, the only day we have, the day in which we play our part. What our part may signify in the great whole, we may not understand, but we are here to play it, and now is our time. This we know, it is a part of action, not of whining. It is a part of love, not cynicism. It is for us to express love in terms of human helpfulness. This we know, for we have learned from sad experience that any other course of life leads toward weakness and misery.
Today is your day and mine, the only day we have, the day in which we play our part. What our part may signify in the great whole, we may not understand, but we are here to play it, and now is our time. This we know, it is a part of action, not of whining. It is a part of love, not cynicism. It is for us to express love in terms of human helpfulness. This we know, for we have learned from sad experience that any other course of life leads toward weakness and misery.
David Starr Jordan.
Our Father, Author alike of the morning light and Guardian through the darkness and shadow of the night, grant us the right spirit as we go forth to the unknown experiences of this day. We would not look eagerly for our own comfort and happiness, but would find them as Thy free gift while we are employed in giving comfort and happiness to others. Illuminate our lives with happy thoughts, cheerful words and blessed hopes, that we may go forth with no purpose but to do Thy will, and seeking no reward more glorious, than Thine approval whispered into loving and attentive hearts, in Thy name. Amen.
Lewis G. Wilson.
June 27
A Persian fable says: "One dayA wanderer found a lump of clay,So redolent of sweet perfumeIts odors scented all the room."What art thou?" was his quick demand;"Art thou some gem from Samarcand,Or spikenard in this rude disguise,Or other costly merchandise?""Nay, I am but a lump of clay.""Then whence this wondrous perfume—say?""Friend, if the secret I disclose,I have been dwelling with the rose,"Sweet parable! and will not thoseWho love to dwell with Sharon's Rose,Distil sweet odors all around,Though low and mean themselves are found?Dear Lord, abide with us, that weMay draw our perfume fresh from thee.Anonymous.
A Persian fable says: "One dayA wanderer found a lump of clay,So redolent of sweet perfumeIts odors scented all the room."What art thou?" was his quick demand;"Art thou some gem from Samarcand,Or spikenard in this rude disguise,Or other costly merchandise?""Nay, I am but a lump of clay.""Then whence this wondrous perfume—say?""Friend, if the secret I disclose,I have been dwelling with the rose,"Sweet parable! and will not thoseWho love to dwell with Sharon's Rose,Distil sweet odors all around,Though low and mean themselves are found?Dear Lord, abide with us, that weMay draw our perfume fresh from thee.
Anonymous.
Our Father, which art in heaven,—we thank Thee for the memory of those who lived in Thy spirit and labored in Thy love. The fragrance of their lives abides with us. We thank Thee for the prophets of great hopes,—for those who have seen the invisible, and have searched patiently for the city of their God. We bless those who by their pure hearts and unselfish lives have revealed unto us our greater selves. Help us to learn of them the way of life. Help us to live in such thoughts and deeds as made them truly great. Keep our hearts so pure to-day, our vision of the Master life so clear, that our path, before and after us, shall be as the light of day. Amen.
Frederick W. Betts.
June 28
Tell you what I like the best;'Long about knee-deep in June,'Bout the time the strawberries meltsOn the vine,—some afternoonLike to jes' git out and rest,And not work at nothing else.Orchard's where I'd ruther be—Needn't fence it in for me!Jes' the whole sky overhead,And the whole airth underneath.James Whitcomb Riley.
Tell you what I like the best;'Long about knee-deep in June,'Bout the time the strawberries meltsOn the vine,—some afternoonLike to jes' git out and rest,And not work at nothing else.Orchard's where I'd ruther be—Needn't fence it in for me!Jes' the whole sky overhead,And the whole airth underneath.
James Whitcomb Riley.
Help us, O Thou who art the Lord of life, that we may this morning praise Thee for the beauty of the world and for the joyful privilege of wandering in the green fields and by the sparkling brooks, and of resting tired body and weary limb beneath the sweet orchard shade, gazing with gladdened eyes at the blue canopy above, all forgetful of the toil and din of the far off city. O may our hearts this day be in tune with nature and in harmony with Thyself; and as we contemplate Thy works this and every day may our hearts go out in loving and practical sympathy toward those whose lives are spent within the narrow confines of sunless courts. Hear us for the Saviour's sake. Amen.
Francis W. Brett.
June 29
Give us, O give us the man who sings at his work. Be his occupation what it may, he is equal to any of those who follow the same pursuit in silent sullenness. He will do more in the same time—he will do it better—he will persevere longer. One is scarcely sensible of fatigue while he marches to music. The very stars are said to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres. Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, although past calculation its power of endurance. Efforts to be permanently useful, must be uniformly joyous—a spirit all sunshine, graceful from very gladness, beautiful because bright.
Give us, O give us the man who sings at his work. Be his occupation what it may, he is equal to any of those who follow the same pursuit in silent sullenness. He will do more in the same time—he will do it better—he will persevere longer. One is scarcely sensible of fatigue while he marches to music. The very stars are said to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres. Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, although past calculation its power of endurance. Efforts to be permanently useful, must be uniformly joyous—a spirit all sunshine, graceful from very gladness, beautiful because bright.
Thomas Carlyle.
Almighty God, we turn to Thee in adoration and praise as we pause upon the threshold of this new day. Grant, we pray Thee, that a song be in our hearts as we go about the duties of the passing hours. Whatever our experiences, whether of joy or sorrow, may we truly value the truthful spirit. If Thou callest us to bear burdens or to stand upon the mountain top of exultant achievement may we not forget to sing of Thee. Yea, O God, we would be ever of the company of trusting souls, for such are near to Thee. And when earthly days are past and the life of the freed spirit is over, grant that our lives may blend in full accord with the music of love, in sunshine of joy, in the beauty of holiness. We praise Thee now and ever. Amen.
Stephen H. Roblin.
June 30
Full-leafed in pride of deepest green,The earth in the sunshine basks serene,Where linden blossoms crowded cling,A thousand bees are murmuring.As showers drift from the freshened landWith a seven-barred bow is the rain-cloud spanned.The wild rose yields her subtlest scentsWhere hay cocks pitch their fragrant tents.The longest day's too brief for June,The night too short for such a moon!Sara Andrew Shafer.
Full-leafed in pride of deepest green,The earth in the sunshine basks serene,Where linden blossoms crowded cling,A thousand bees are murmuring.As showers drift from the freshened landWith a seven-barred bow is the rain-cloud spanned.The wild rose yields her subtlest scentsWhere hay cocks pitch their fragrant tents.The longest day's too brief for June,The night too short for such a moon!
Sara Andrew Shafer.
We thank Thee, our Father, for the wonderful world in which we live; for the glory of the heavens; for the beauty of the earth; for the bright morning following the star-crowned night; for the song of birds, the hum of bees, the fragrance of flowers, and the laughter of children, for the industry of men and women, for all Thy gifts of love. As again the lengthening shadows creep across our pathway, may we redouble our energies that no labor of love may be left undone. So fill us with Thy presence, so lead us by Thy Spirit this day, that in our homes we may be patient, in our occupations sweet, in our social relations brotherly, in all things Christlike, for Jesus' sake. Amen.
Arthur Wright.
July 1
Let me go where'er I willI hear a sky-born music still:It sounds from all things old,It sounds from all things young,From all that's fair, from all that's foul,Peals out a cheerful song.It is not only in the rose,It is not only in the bird,Not only where the rainbow glows,Nor in the song of woman heard,But in the darkest, meanest thingsThere alway, alway something sings.'Tis not in the high stars alone,Nor in the cups of budding flowers,Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,But in the mud and scum of thingsThere alway, alway something sings.Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Let me go where'er I willI hear a sky-born music still:It sounds from all things old,It sounds from all things young,From all that's fair, from all that's foul,Peals out a cheerful song.It is not only in the rose,It is not only in the bird,Not only where the rainbow glows,Nor in the song of woman heard,But in the darkest, meanest thingsThere alway, alway something sings.'Tis not in the high stars alone,Nor in the cups of budding flowers,Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,But in the mud and scum of thingsThere alway, alway something sings.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Dear Father in heaven, we thank Thee for all the sweet voices of the world, not only for the harmonies of the great masters of song but for the sweet voice of the mother as she sings her song of love, for the bird in the spring time. We thank Thee for the music in the prattle of children, and the kindly word spoken everywhere. The world is full of music if only we have music in our own hearts. We pray, as we set forth again this morning, for spirits in tune with all that is sweet and good. Wherever we go this day, let the world sing to us and make us glad. Amen.
George L. Perin.
July 2
A little bird with plumage brown,Beside my window flutters down,A moment chirps its little strain,Then taps upon my window-pane.And chirps again, and hops along,To call my notice to its song;But I work on, nor heed its lay,Till, in neglect, it flies away.So birds of peace and hope and loveCome fluttering earthward from above,To settle on life's window-sills,And ease our load of earthly ills;But we, in traffic's rush and dinToo deep engaged to let them in,With deadened heart and sense plod on,Nor know our loss till they are gone.Paul Laurence Dunbar.
A little bird with plumage brown,Beside my window flutters down,A moment chirps its little strain,Then taps upon my window-pane.And chirps again, and hops along,To call my notice to its song;But I work on, nor heed its lay,Till, in neglect, it flies away.So birds of peace and hope and loveCome fluttering earthward from above,To settle on life's window-sills,And ease our load of earthly ills;But we, in traffic's rush and dinToo deep engaged to let them in,With deadened heart and sense plod on,Nor know our loss till they are gone.
Paul Laurence Dunbar.
My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O Lord, in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up; and looking up, may we not fail to realize that, amid the turmoil of this outward life, Thou art ever present to give peace and rest in the inner life. Should we fail to recognize that presence we shall lose the comfort which Thou art ever ready to bestow, and must ourselves bear burdens which Thou wouldst gladly bear for us or take from us. Thou knowest our frame and rememberest that we are dust. Open our spiritual vision to behold that Divine resources are subject to our daily prayer. In the name of Jesus, the Christ. Amen.
O. W. Scott.
July 3
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely for my sake.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely for my sake.
Matthew v. 3, 8, 11.
O God, our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee that Thou dost overrule our weakness, failure and sins to the accomplishment of Thy divine plan for us. We recall with pleasure our successes in the past year, and if we have failed, wilt Thou show us where and when and teach us the way of amendment. We thank Thee for our Hope and Faith which have come to us from the Bible. Here, on every page and in every biography, have we learned of Christ Jesus, the Way, the Truth and the Life. We thank Thee that through Him our sins are forgiven, and we have learned to know Thee, O blessed Father, which knowledge is eternal life. May we walk with Him, moment by moment in a life of loving service to all mankind, during all the remaining days of our life. Amen.
E. M. Warner.
July 4
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,One nation, evermore!Oliver Wendell Holmes.
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,One nation, evermore!
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
And for your country, boy, and for that flag, never dream a dream but of serving her, though the service carry you through a thousand hells! No matter what happens to you—no matter who flatters or abuses you—never look at another flag, never let a night pass but you pray God to bless that flag.
And for your country, boy, and for that flag, never dream a dream but of serving her, though the service carry you through a thousand hells! No matter what happens to you—no matter who flatters or abuses you—never look at another flag, never let a night pass but you pray God to bless that flag.
Edward Everett Hale.
Thine, O God, is the kingdom. And blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord. We believe that Thy hand has been in the founding and the fortunes of this land. We do homage to it for its ideals, its principles, its glorious company of apostles of truth, its noble army of martyrs for liberty and humanity; we love and cherish it as our home and our shrine; but we hallow it, we stand in awe of it, as the scene of Thy special activity, the instrument of Thy holy purposes. May its vision not pass; may the clouds that hang over it be dispersed by the clear shining of the sun of righteousness and peace; may the dream of freedom with fraternity be realized here, even here, upon these shores, that Thy saving health may be known among all nations. Amen.
C. Ellwood Nash.
July 5