Toiling, rejoicing, - sorrowing, Has earned a night's repose. December 17. H. W. Longfellow. Close to the Silent Gate Hark! in unbuilded spires Bells chime! and unborn choirs, Tuned to a later fame, Still breathe and bless thy name! Mrs. Z. B. Gustafson. December 18. Strive not to say the whole! the Poet in his Art Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part. Of every noble work the silent part is best, Each act contains the Life, each work of Art the world, And all the planet laws are in each dew-drop pearled. W. W. Story. I know not: but, whate'er thou art, Fitz-Greene Halleck. December 20. To seek is better than to gain, Life's fairest things are those which seem; So failure wins; the consequence And me December 21. 7. G. Whittier. do you remember? I remain Unchanged, I think; though one I saw like me Some years ago, with hair that was not white; And she was with you then as brave a soul As souls can be whom Fate has not approached. But seek and find me now unchanged or changed, Mirthful in tears, and in my laughter sad. Mrs. Elizabeth Stoddard. Her pride was suited to her high estate, No woman's head so keen to work its will, December 23. So, when God's shadow, which is light, My wakening instincts falls across, In my heart's nest half-conscious things December 24. J. R. Lowell. But as the bell that high in some cathedral swings, Stirred by whatever thrill with its own music rings, So finer souls give forth, to each vibrating tone Impinging on their life, a music of their own. Lift thou thyself above the accidents of life, |