APRIL. "My name is April, sir; and I And I cannot tell what makes me: I must dimple, smile, and frown, Mrs. Z. B. Gustafson. April cold with dropping rain R. W. Emerson. I walk, with noiseless feet, the round Still o'er and o'er I sow the spring, And reap the autumn ears. J. G. Whittier. The clover blossoms in the grass Rise up to kiss thy feet. April 2. H. W. Longfellow. Her mouth is a honey-blossom, She never felt the poverty W. D. Howells. Of souls less favored than her own. April 3. Phabe Cary. He met the men of many a land; And none of them was long unknown; Bayard Taylor. We love in others what we lack ourselves, The honest choice of good or ill, (Grave and grand), Glad I stand, And lift my eyes to see The life He sends to me. April 5. E. S. Phelps. My dear young friend, whose shining wit Sets all the room ablaze, For all your merry ways; Be stupid, if you can, It's such a very serious thing To be a funny man! April 6. J. G. Saxe. Thought must shade and sun the soul With its glorious mutations; Every life song is a whole, Sweeter for its variations. Wherefore with your bliss at strife? |