March 20.

March 21.

The heart of God through his creation stirs ;
We thrill to feel it, trembling as the flowers
That die to live again, — his messengers,
To keep faith firm in these sad souls of ours.

The waves of Time may devastate our lives, The frosts of age may check our failing breath, They shall not touch the spirit that survives Triumphant over doubt, and pain, and death.

March 23.

Mrs. Celia Thaxter.

She stood like Ruth amid the wheat,
With ready hand and sickle keen,
And looked on all with aspect sweet;
And where she only thought to glean,
She found a harvest round her feet.

March 23.

March 24.

She hath a natural, wise sincerity,

A simple truthfulness, and these have lent her
A dignity as moveless as the centre;

So that no influence of earth can stir
Her steadfast courage, nor can take away
The holy peacefulness, which, night and day
Unto her queenly soul doth minister.

March 26.

J. R. Lowell.

Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers,

Sits by the raked-up ashes of the past,

Spreads its thin hands above the whitening embers
That warm its creeping life-blood till the last.
Dear to its heart is every loving token
That comes unbidden ere its pulse grows cold,
Ere the last lingering ties of life are broken,
Its labors ended and its story told.

March 27.

Were a star quenched on high,

For ages would its light,

O. W. Holmes.

Still travelling downward from the sky,

Shine on our mortal sight.

So when a great man dies,

For years beyond our ken,

The light he leaves behind him lies

Upon the paths of men. H. W. Longfellow.

March 26.

March 27.