January 29.

January 30.

Therefore, great heart, bear up! thou art but type Of what all lofty spirits endure, that fain

Would win men back to strength and peace through

love:

Each hath his lonely peak, and on each heart
Envy, or scorn, or hatred, tears lifelong
With vulture beak; yet the high soul is left;
And faith, which is but hope grown wise; and love
And patience, which at last shall overcome.
J. R. Lowell.

FEBRUARY.

COME when the rains

Have glazed the snow, and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours

Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps,
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering. Look! the massy trunks
Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,
Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven,
Is studded with its trembling water-drops,
That glimmer with an amethystine light.

Light without shade.

With the next sun.

All, all is light;

But all shall pass away From numberless vast trunks,

Loosened, the crashing ice shall make a sound

Like the far roar of rivers, and the eve

Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont.

W. C. Bryant.