∙19. Ay sap'phire va lise' cou'gar veg'e ta ble drudg'er y cor'dial an'cient ex haust' be siege' dun'geon heif'er a chieve' breach weird mort'gage 7.59 A FOREST HYMN The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them, ere he framed And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn, thrice happy if it find Acceptance in His ear. -WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. in volve per'son al self-de ni'al sac'ri fice knave bro'ker knav'er y sculp'tor strick'en des'per ate con firm' a bridge' cur tail' DAILY LESSONS 1 "True self-denial involves personal sacrifice for the good of others." "A cunning knave needs no broker." 66 Knavery and flattery are blood relations." "A sculptor wields the chisel; the stricken marble grows to beauty.” "The desperate man has lost hope." "A bad excuse confirms a fault." "As our privileges are abridged our pleasures are curtailed." 66 Opportunities are very sensitive; op'por tu'ni ty if you slight their first visit, you seldom see them again.” sel'dom 66 Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts." Lowell. |