Old friend, kind friend! lightly down Never fail thy cheerfulness; June 29. 7. G. Whittier. We cannot make bargains for blisses, Nor gaining of great nor of small, But just in the doing, and doing June 30. Alice Cary. The glory of the human form Is but a perishing thing, and Love will droop JULY. THERE! Sweep these foolish leaves away, -- Who knows it not, this dead recoil O Nature, bare thy loving breast, And give thy child one hour of rest, — Beneath thy scarf of leafy green! So, curtained by a singing pine, Its murmuring voice shall blend with mine, In sweeter music dies away. O. W. Holmes. Oh, wherefore sigh for what is gone, And to the pilgrim lone and gray, R. W. Gilder. One thought shall come to cheer his breast: The evening sun but fades away To find new morning in the west. July 3. T. B. Read. A calm more awful is than storm. Beware of calms in any form. This life means action. Joaquin Miller. Her part Had not been words but deeds. Foaquin Miller. |