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All hearts grew warmer in the presence
Of one who, seeking not his own,
Gave freely for the love of giving,
Nor reaped for self the harvest sown.

Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude
Of generous deeds and kindly words:
In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers,
Open to sunrise and the birds!

March 14.

7. G. Whittier.

Watch her kindly, stars:
From the sweet protecting skies,
Follow her with tender eyes,

Look so lovingly that she

Cannot choose but think of me :

Watch her kindly, stars!

March 15.

With antique air

Phabe Cary.

Of nicest courtesy, his words did sue,

The while his tone commanded.

To clothe the fiery thought

Bayard Taylor.

In simple words succeeds,
For still the craft of genius is
To mask a king in weeds.

R. W. Emerson.

March 14.

March 15.

He was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face of the morning,

Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought into action. H. W. Longfellow.

Why should I hug life's ills with cold reserve
To curse myself and all who love me? Nay!
A thousand times more good than I deserve
God gives me every day.
Mrs. Celia Thaxter.

March 17.

Oh, in her meek, forgiving eye
There was a brightness not of mirth,
A light whose clear intensity

Was borrowed not of earth.

J. G. Whittier.

When she spake her voice was like a dove's,
Soft, even-toned, and sinking in the heart.

March 18.

Bayard Taylor.

Peace to the just man's memory; let it grow
Greener with years, and blossom through the flight
Of ages; let the mimic canvas show

His calm benevolent features; let the light
Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight
Of all but Heaven; and in the book of fame,
The glorious record of his virtues write,
And hold it up to men, and bid them claim

A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed

flame.

W. C. Bryant.

March 17.

March 18.

She called him twenty times a day,
She knew not why, she could not say;
She fretted when he went away,

And lived in sorrow and regret.
Sometimes she frowned with stately mien,
And chid him like a little queen;

And then she soothed him meek and mild,
And grew as trustful as a child.

March 20.

R. H. Stoddard.

Yet it is a comfort to feel, through the whole,
They only look great, in God's calm eyes,
Who lean on the still, grand strength of the soul,
And climb toward the pure, high light of the skies.
Mrs. S. M. B. Piatt.

March 21.

Learn to live, and live to learn,
Ignorance like a fire doth burn,
Little tasks make large return.

Toil, when willing, groweth less,

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Always play" may seem to bless,
Yet the end is weariness.

Bayard Taylor.

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