Let our unceasing, earnest prayer One half the human race. The Goblet of Life FEBRUARY TWENTY-THIRD All through life there are way-side inns, where man may refresh his soul with love; Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivulets fed by springs from above. The Golden Legend FEBRUARY TWENTY-FOURTH Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care, Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. To-morrow FEBRUARY TWENTY-FIFTH How oft my guardian angel gently cried, "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee!" And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, "To-morrow we will open," I replied, And when the morrow came I answered still, "To-morrow." To-morrow FEBRUARY TWENTY-SIXTH My Redeemer and my Lord, Watching, waiting, hoping, yearning, With my lamp well trimmed and burning! The Golden Legend FEBRUARY TWENTY-SEVENTH Interceding With these bleeding Wounds upon thy hands and side, The Golden Legend If my feeble prayer can reach thee, Let me follow where thou leadest, Life to one who asks to live, And more nearly, Dying thus, resemble thee! FEBRUARY TWENTY-NINTH The Golden Legend Where, twisted round the barren oak, And summer winds the stillness broke, Woods in Winter O BLESSED Lord! how much I need So many hands, that, without heed, Still touch thy wounds, and make them bleed! The Golden Legend MARCH SECOND The day is drawing to its close; And what good deeds, since first it rose, Have I presented, Lord, to thee, As offerings of my ministry? What wrong repressed, what right maintained, What struggle passed, what victory gained, What good attempted and attained? The Golden Legend Feeble, at best, is my endeavor! The Golden Legend MARCH FOURTH O beauty of holiness, Of self-forgetfulness, of lowliness! Whose very gentleness and weakness Are like the yielding, but irresistible air. Evangeline MARCH FIFTH Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden. Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions. Evangeline |