God forgive me! But I've thought
A thousand times that if I had His power,
Or He my love, we'd have a different world
From this we live in.

7. G. Holland.

What matters it! A few years more,
Life's surge, so restless heretofore,
Shall break upon the unknown shore !

February 2.

7. G. Whittier.

Fair as a summer's dream was Margaret, -
Such dream as in a poet's soul might start,
Musing of old loves while the moon doth set:
Her hair was not more sunny than her heart,
Though like a natural golden coronet

It circled her dear head, with careless art Mocking the sunshine, that would fain have lent To its frank grace a richer ornament.

February 3.

No fear that any poet dies unknown,

7. R. Lowell.

Whose songs are written in the hearts that know
And love him, though their partial verdict show
The tenderness that moves the critic's blame.
Those few have power to lift his name above
Forgetfulness, to grant that noblest fame
Which sets its trumpet to the lips of Love!
Bayard Taylor.

February 2.

February 3.

Day has blue heavens, but Baptiste has blue eyes. Within them shines for me a heaven of love,

A heaven all happiness like that above.

H. W. Longfellow.

The very flowers that bend and meet,
In sweetening others grow more sweet.

February 5.

O. W. Holmes.

Whom He will choose, He chooseth: some to honor, Some to dishonor; this to be and bear,

And that to dare and do; these bear his swords, And these his chains.

E. S. Phelps.

God sets some souls in shade alone;
They have no daylight of their own:
Only in lives of happier ones

They see the shine of distant suns.

I wish

Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney.

February 6.

that friends were always true,

And motives always pure;

I wish the good were not so few,
I wish the bad were fewer;
I wish that parsons ne'er forgot
To heed their pious teaching;
I wish that practising was not

So different from preaching!

J. G. Saxe.

February 5.

February 6.

I have no answer for myself or thee,
Save that I learned beside my mother's knee:
"All is of God that is, and is to be;

And God is good." Let this suffice us still,
Resting in childlike trust upon his will

Who moves to his great ends unthwarted by the
J. G. Whittier.

ill.

February 8.

Ripe were the maiden's years; her stature showed
Womanly beauty, and her clear, calm eye
Was bright with venturous spirit, yet her face
Was passionless, like those by sculptor graved
For niches in a temple. Lovers oft

Had wooed her, but she only laughed at love,
And wondered at the silly things they said.
W. C. Bryant.

February 9.

Nothing useless is or low;

Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.

In the elder days of Art

Builders wrought with greatest care

Each minute and unseen part;

For the Gods see everywhere.

H. W. Longfellow,