Do thy duty; that is best;
Leave unto thy Lord the rest.

Whatsoever thing thou doest
To the least of mine and lowest,
That thou doest unto me.

October 26.

For unto man the angel guest

H. W. Longfellow.

Still comes through gates of suffering best;
And most our heavenly Father cares
For whom He smites, not whom. He spares.
So to His chastening meekly bow,

Thou art of His beloved now!

Phœbe Cary.

October 27.

I am the one rich thing that morn
Leaves for the ardent noon to win;
Grasp me not, I have a thorn,

But bend and take my fragrance in.

Petal on petal opening wide,
My being into beauty flows,
Hundred-leaved and damask-dyed,
Yet nothing, nothing but a rose !

Mrs. H. P. Spofford.

October 26.

October 27.

Stranger and pilgrim ! from that day
Of meeting, first and last,
Wherever Duty's pathway lay

His reverent steps have passed.

He walked the dark world, in the mild,
Still guidance of the Light;

In tearful tenderness a child,

A strong man in the right.

October 29.

7. G. Whittier.

For ah, another year, another year,
I'll set my life in richer, stronger soil,
And prune the weeds away that creep too near,
And watch and tend with never-ceasing toil —
Another year, ah, yes, another year.

The tidal wave of deeper souls
Into our inmost being rolls,

And lifts us unawares

Out of all meaner cares.

October 30.

Nora Perry.

H. W. Longfellow.

So brief the time to smile,
Why darken we the air

With frowns and tears, the while
We nurse despair?

Stand in the sunshine sweet
And treasure every ray,

Nor seek with stubborn feet

The darksome way.

Mrs. Celia Thaxter.

October 29.

October 30.

The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep
My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine :
Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep
This little life of mine.

At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee, No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake; All's well! whichever side the grave for me

The morning light may break!

H. McE. Kimball.