OCTOBER. BENDING above the spicy woods which blaze, Too slow, so freighted are the river-ways The bee knows honey, And the blossoms light, Is it true, Love, I know not thee? October 2. Mrs. R. T. Cooke. 'Tis nobler far To bear defeat than shine a star Other work for man is none But to do the Master's will; Joaquin Miller. Wet with rain, or parched with sun, October 3. Robert Lowell. Though tangled hard life's knot may be, The silent touch of Father Time Some day will sure undo it. Then, darling, wait; Nothing is late. Mrs. M. M. Dodge. |