July 17.

July 18.

She swept on her bewildering way,
By every pleasure kissed, —
Making a mirth of night and day;
A brook all sparkle and all spray,
Dancing itself to mist.

July 20.

T. B. Read.

If to wish and to have were one, my dear,
You would be sitting now,

With not a care in your tender heart,
Not a wrinkle upon your brow.

Perhaps it will all come right at last,
It may be when all is done,

We shall be together in some good world,
Where to wish and to have are one.

July 21.

R. H. Stoddard.

What gifts God gave you! Think of it!
A form well fashioned, strong, and tall,
A face all manliness, and all

A woman loves.

Joaquin Miller.

Clustered in his boundless heart
Sang all the morning-stars of song.

T. B. Read.

July 20.

July 21.

Far better than kingly fortunes,

Is the wealth that thou dost holdA nature perfectly balanced,

A beauty of heart untold."

Thou wilt open the door of patience,
When sorrow shall come and knock;
But to every evil, unworthy thing,
Wilt thou the gates fast lock.

July 23.

Mrs. Celia Thaxter.

Oh, fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Were kindled in the upper skies,

At the same torch that lighted mine;
For so I must interpret still

Thy sweet dominion o'er my will,
A sympathy divine.

R. W. Emerson.

Ah, let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own.

July 24.

R. W. Emerson.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

H. W. Longfellow.

July 23.

July 24.