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 From Day to Day 
 With Longfellow 
 
 COMPILED BY 
 
 OLIVE VAN BUREN 
 
 NEW YORK 
 BARSE & HOPKINS 
 
 PUBLISHERS
 
 Copyright, 1910, 
 
 BY 
 
 BARSE & HOPKINS
 
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 From Day to Day with Longfellow 
 JANUARY 
 
 January First 
 
 Hark! how the loud and ponderous mace of 
 Time 
 Knocks at the golden portals of the day ! 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 January Second 
 
 child! O new-born denizen 
 
 Of life's great city! on thy head 
 
 The glory of the morn is shed, 
 
 Like a celestial benison ! 
 
 Here at the portal thou dost stand, 
 
 And with thy little hand 
 
 Thou openest the mysterious gate 
 
 Into the future's undiscovered land. 
 
 Enough! I will not play the Seer; 
 
 1 will no longer strive to ope 
 The mystic volume, where appear 
 The herald Hope, forerunning Fear, 
 And Fear, the pursuivant of Hope. 
 Thy destiny remains untold. 
 
 To a Child. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Third 
 
 O little feet ! that such long years 
 
 Must wander on through hopes and fears, 
 
 Must ache and bleed beneath your load ; 
 I, nearer to the wayside inn 
 Where toil shall cease and rest begin, 
 
 Am weary, thinking of your road ! 
 
 Weariness. 
 
 January Fourth 
 
 Ah, how skilful grows the hand 
 That obeyeth Love's command ! 
 It is the heart, and not the brain, 
 That to the highest doth attain, 
 And he who followeth Love's behest 
 Far exceedeth all the rest! 
 
 The Building of the Ship, 
 
 January Fifth 
 Be noble in every thought 
 And in every deed! 
 Let not the illusion of thy senses 
 Betray thee to deadly offences. 
 Be strong ! be good ! be pure ! 
 The right only shall endure, 
 All things else are but false pretences. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 FKOM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Sixth 
 
 the long and dreary Winter! 
 O the cold and cruel Winter! 
 Ever thicker, thicker, thicker 
 Froze the ice on lake and river, 
 Ever deeper, deeper, deeper 
 Fell the snow o'er all the landscape, 
 Fell the covering snow, and drifted 
 Through the forest, round the village. 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 January Seventh 
 
 Behold of what delusive worth 
 
 The bubbles we pursue on earth, 
 
 The shapes we chase, 
 
 Amid a world of treachery ! 
 
 They vanish ere death shuts the eye 
 
 And leave no trace. 
 
 Time steals them from us, — chances strange, 
 
 Disastrous accidents, and change, 
 
 That come to all ; 
 
 Even in the most exalted state, 
 
 Relentless sweeps the stroke of fate; 
 
 The strongest fall. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Eighth 
 
 "When I shake my hoary tresses," 
 Said the old man, darkly frowning, 
 "All the land with snow is covered ; 
 All the leaves from all the branches 
 Fall and fade and die and wither, 
 For I breathe, and lo ! they are not. 
 From the waters and the marshes 
 Rise the wild goose and the heron, 
 Fly away to distant regions, 
 For I speak, and lo ! they are not." 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 January Ninth 
 
 Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest 
 
 thou likewise thy brethren ; 
 One is the sun in heaven, and one, only one, is 
 
 Love also. 
 Bears not each human figure the godlike stamp 
 
 on his forehead? 
 Readest thou not in his face thine origin? Is he 
 
 not sailing 
 Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is 
 
 he not guided 
 By the same stars that guide thee? 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
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 January Tenth 
 Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come 
 
 snow, 
 We will stand by each other, however it blow. 
 
 Annie of Thar aw. 
 
 January Eleventh 
 
 How can I teach your children gentleness, 
 And mercy to the weak, and reverence 
 
 For Life, which, in its weakness or excess, 
 Is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, 
 
 Or Death, which, seeming darkness, is no less 
 The selfsame light, although averted hence, 
 
 When by your laws, your actions, and your 
 speech, 
 
 You contradict the very things I teach? 
 
 The Birds of Killingworth. 
 
 January Twelfth 
 
 Into the Silent Land ! 
 
 Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? 
 
 Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, 
 
 And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. 
 
 Who leads us with a gentle hand 
 
 Thither, O thither, 
 
 Into the Silent Land? 
 
 Song of the Silent Land. 
 
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 January Thirteenth 
 
 Disenchantment ! Disillusion ! 
 
 Must each noble aspiration 
 
 Come at last to this conclusion, 
 
 Jarring discord, wild confusion, 
 
 Lassitude, renunciation ? 
 
 Epimetheus. 
 January Fourteenth 
 From the sky the sun benignant 
 Looked upon them through the branches, 
 Saying to them, "O my children, 
 Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, 
 Life is checkered shade and sunshine, 
 Rule by love, O Hiawatha!" 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 January Fifteenth 
 The reign of violence is o'er 
 Or dying surely from the world; 
 While Love triumphant reigns instead, 
 And in a brighter sky o'erhead 
 His blessed banners are unfurled. 
 And most of all thank God for this : 
 The war and waste of clashing creeds 
 Now end in words, and not in deeds, 
 And no one suffers loss, or bleeds, 
 For thoughts that men call heresies. 
 
 Interlude. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Sixteenth 
 
 Earthly desires and sensual lust 
 
 Are passions springing from the dust, — 
 
 They fade and die; 
 
 But, in the life beyond the tomb, 
 
 They seal the immortal spirit's doom 
 
 Eternally ! 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 January Seventeenth 
 
 Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear 
 Has grown familiar with your song ; 
 
 I hear it in the opening year, — 
 I listen, and it cheers me long. 
 
 Woods in Winter. 
 
 January Eighteenth 
 
 Think of thy brother no ill, but throw a veil 
 
 over his failings, 
 Guide the erring aright ; for the good, the 
 
 heavenly shepherd 
 Took the lost lamb in his arms, and bore it back 
 
 to its mother. 
 This is the fruit of Love, and it is by its fruits 
 
 that we know it. 
 
 The Children of the. Lord's Supper. 
 
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 FEOM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
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 January Nineteenth 
 Our Lord and Master, 
 When He departed, left us in His will, 
 As our best legacy on earth, the poor! 
 These we have always with us ; had we not, 
 Our hearts would grow as hard as are these 
 stones. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 January Twentieth 
 Ah! if our souls but poise and swing 
 Like the compass in its brazen ring, 
 Ever level and ever true 
 To the toil and the task we have to do, 
 We shall sail securely, and safely reach 
 The Fortunate Isles, on whose shining beach 
 The sights we see, and the sounds we hear, 
 Will be those of joy and not of fear! 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 January Twenty-first 
 Thy finer sense perceives 
 Celestial and perpetual harmonies ! 
 Thy purer soul, that trembles and believes, 
 Hears the archangel's trumpet in the breeze, 
 And where the forest rolls, or ocean heaves, 
 Cecilia's organ sounding in the seas, 
 And tongues of prophets speaking in the leaves. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
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 FEOM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Twenty-second 
 Still let it ever be thy pride 
 To linger by the laborer's side; 
 With words of sympathy or song 
 To cheer the dreary march along 
 Of the great army of the poor, 
 O'er desert sand, o'er dangerous moor. 
 Nor to tlvyself the task shall be 
 Without reward ; for thou shalt learn 
 The wisdom early to discern 
 True beauty in utility. 
 
 To a Child. 
 January Twenty-third 
 Instead of whistling to the steeds of Time, 
 To make them jog on merrily with life's burden, 
 Like a dead weight thou hangest on the wheels. 
 Thou art too young, too full of lusty health 
 To talk of dying. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 January Twenty-fourth 
 Love is the creature's welfare, with God; but 
 
 Love among mortals 
 Is but an endless sigh! He longs, and endures, 
 
 and stands waiting, 
 Suffers and yet rejoices, and smiles with tears 
 on his eyelids. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
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 January Twenty-fifth 
 
 Happy, thrice happy every one 
 Who sees his labor well begun, 
 And not perplexed and multiplied, 
 By idly waiting for time and tide. 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 January Twenty-sixth 
 
 I saw, as in a dream sublime, 
 The balance in the hand of Time. 
 O'er East and West its beam impended; 
 And day, with all its hours of light, 
 Was slowly sinking out of sight, 
 While, opposite, the scale of night 
 Silently with the stars ascended. 
 
 The Occultation of Orion. 
 
 January Twenty-seventh 
 Sleep, sleep, O city ! though within 
 The circuit of your walls there lies 
 No habitation free from sin, 
 And all its nameless miseries ; 
 The aching heart, the aching head, 
 Grief for the living and the dead, 
 And foul corruption of the time, 
 Disease, distress, and want, and woe. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Twenty-eighth 
 Even as our cloudy fancies take 
 
 Suddenly shape m some divine expression, 
 Even as the troubled heart doth make 
 In the white countenance confession, 
 The troubled sky reveals 
 The grief it feels. 
 
 Snow-Flakes. 
 January Twenty-ninth 
 
 The Angel of the Star of Love, 
 The Evening Star, that shines above 
 
 The place where lovers be, 
 Above all happy hearths and homes, 
 On roofs of thatch, or golden domes, 
 
 I give him Charity ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 January Thirtieth 
 Not to one church alone, but seven, 
 The voice prophetic spake from heaven ; 
 And unto each the promise came, 
 Diversified, but still the same ; 
 For him that overcometh are 
 The new name written on the stone, 
 The raiment white, the crown, the throne, 
 And I will give him the Morning Star! 
 
 Interlude. 
 
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 FKOM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 January Thirty-first 
 
 All are architects of Fate, 
 
 Working in these walls of Time; 
 
 Some with massive deeds and great, 
 Some with ornaments of rhyme. 
 
 Nothing useless is, or low; 
 
 Each thing in its place is best; 
 And what seems but idle show 
 
 Strengthens and supports the rest. 
 
 Build to-day, then, strong and sure, 
 With a firm and ample base; 
 
 And ascending and secure 
 
 Shall to-morrow find its place. 
 
 The Builders. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 FEBRUARY 
 
 February First 
 
 Our feelings and our thoughts 
 Tend ever on, and rest not in the Present. 
 As drops of rain fall into some dark well, 
 And from below comes a scarce audible sound, 
 So fall our thoughts into the dark Hereafter, 
 And their mysterious echo reaches us. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 February Second 
 
 Therefore, child of mortality, love thou the mer- 
 ciful Father; 
 
 Wish what the Holy One wishes, and not from 
 fear, but affection; 
 
 Fear is the virtue of slaves ; but the heart that 
 loveth is willing; 
 
 Perfect was before God, and perfect is Love, 
 and Love only. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper* 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 February Third 
 O great eternity 
 Our little life is but a gust 
 
 That bends the branches of thy tree, 
 And trails its blossoms in the dust. 
 
 Suspiria. 
 
 February Fourth 
 
 Yet why should I fear death ! What is it to die? 
 
 To leave all disappointment, care, and sorrow, 
 
 To leave all falsehood, treachery, and unkind- 
 
 ness, 
 All ignominy, suffering, and despair, 
 And be at rest forever ! O dull heart, 
 Be of good cheer ! When thou shalt cease to 
 
 beat, 
 Then shalt thou cease to suffer and complain ! 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 February Fifth 
 Patience ; accomplish thy labor ; accomplish thy 
 
 work of affection ! 
 Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient en- 
 durance is godlike. 
 Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the 
 
 heart is made godlike, 
 Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered 
 more worthy of heaven ! 
 
 Evangeline. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 February Sixth 
 Then in Life's goblet freely press 
 The leaves that give it bitterness, 
 Nor prize the colored waters less, 
 For in thy darkness and distress 
 New light and strength they give! 
 
 The Goblet of Life. 
 
 February Seventh 
 All is but a symbol painted 
 
 Of the Poet, Prophet, Seer ; 
 Only those are crowned and sainted 
 Who with grief have been acquainted, 
 Making nations nobler, freer. 
 
 Prometheus. 
 
 February Eighth 
 And forever and forever, 
 
 As long as the river flows, 
 As long as the heart has passions, 
 
 As long as life has woes ; 
 
 The moon and its broken reflection 
 
 And its shadows shall appear, 
 As the symbol of love in heaven, 
 And its wavering image here. 
 
 The Bridge. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
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 February Ninth 
 Let us choose that narrow way, 
 Which leads no traveler's foot astray 
 From realms of love. 
 
 Coplas de Manriqwe. 
 
 February Tenth 
 "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt 
 see 
 How he persists to knock and wait for thee !" 
 And, O ! how often to that voice of sorrow, 
 "To-morrow we will open," I replied, 
 And when the morrow came I answered still, 
 "To-morrow." 
 
 To-morrow. 
 
 February Eleventh 
 And the evening sun descending 
 Set the clouds on fire with redness, 
 Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, 
 Left upon the level water 
 One long track and trail of splendor, 
 Down whose stream, as down a river, 
 Westward, westward Hiawatha 
 Sailed into the fiery sunset, 
 Sailed into the purple vapors, 
 Sailed into the dusk of evening. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
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 February Twelfth 
 Toiling, — rej oicing, — sorrowing, 
 Onward through life he goes ; 
 Each morning sees some task begin, 
 
 Each evening sees it close ; 
 Something attempted, something done, 
 Has earned a night's repose. 
 
 The Village Blacksmith. 
 February Thirteenth 
 Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, 
 
 For the lesson thou hast taught! 
 Thus at the flaming forge of life 
 
 Our fortunes must be wrought; 
 Thus on its sounding anvil shaped 
 Each burning deed and thought! 
 
 The Village Blacksmith. 
 February Fourteenth 
 In the elder days of Art, 
 
 Builders wrought with greatest care 
 Each minute and unseen part; 
 For the Gods see everywhere. 
 
 Let us do our work as well, 
 Both the unseen and the seen ; 
 
 Make the house, where Gods may dwell, 
 Beautiful, entire, and clean. 
 
 The Builders. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 February Fifteenth 
 
 Ah ! what a wondrous thing it is 
 To note how many wheels of toil 
 One thought, one word, can set in motion ! 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 February Sixteenth 
 Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions 
 
 Not from the ground arise, 
 But oftentimes celestial benedictions 
 Assume this dark disguise. 
 
 Resignation. 
 
 February Seventeenth 
 O World ! so few the years we live, 
 Would that the life which thou dost give 
 Where life indeed ! 
 Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast, 
 Our happiest hour is when at last 
 The soul is freed. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 February Eighteenth 
 This world is but the rugged road 
 Which leads us to the bright abode 
 Of peace above. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 February Nineteenth 
 Intelligence and courtesy not always are com- 
 bined ; 
 Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. 
 
 Poetic Aphorisms. 
 February Twentieth 
 I am weary 
 Of the bewildering masquerade of Life, 
 Where strangers walk as friends, and friends as 
 
 strangers ; 
 Where whispers overheard betray false hearts ; 
 And through the mazes of the crowd we chase 
 Some form of loveliness, that smiles, and 
 
 beckons, 
 And cheats us with fair words, only to leave us 
 A mockery and a jest; maddened, — confused, — 
 Not knowing friend from foe. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 February Twenty-first 
 Beloved country ! banished from thy shore, 
 A stranger in this prison-house of clay, 
 The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee ! 
 Heavenward the bright perfections I adore 
 Direct, and the sure promise cheers the way, 
 That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwell- 
 ing be. 
 
 The Native Land. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 February Twenty-second 
 Don't cross the bridge till you come to it 
 Is a proverb old and of excellent wit. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 February Twenty-third 
 Alas ! the world is full of peril ! 
 The path that runs through the fairest meads, 
 On the sunniest side of the valley, leads 
 Into a region bleak and sterile ! 
 Alike in the high-born and the lowly, 
 The will is feeble, and passion strong. 
 We cannot sever right from wrong; 
 Some falsehood mingles with all truth ; 
 Nor is it strange the heart of youth 
 Should waver and comprehend but slowly 
 The things that are holy and unholy! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 February Twenty-fourth 
 The day is ending, 
 The night is descending ; 
 The marsh is frozen, 
 
 The river dead. 
 Through clouds like ashes 
 The red sun flashes 
 On village windows 
 That glimmer red. 
 
 Afternoon in February. 
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 February Twenty-fifth 
 
 Ever thicker, thicker, thicker 
 Froze the ice on lake and river, 
 Ever deeper, deeper, deeper 
 Fell the snow o'er all the landscape. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 February Twenty-sixth 
 
 All through life there are way-side inns, where 
 man may refresh his soul with love ; 
 
 Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivu- 
 lets fed by springs from above. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 February Twenty-seventh 
 
 Whv then are you not contented? 
 Why then will you hunt each other? 
 
 I am weary of your quarrels, 
 Weary of your wars and bloodshed, 
 Weary of your prayers for vengeance, 
 Of your wranglings and dissensions ; 
 All your strength is in your union, 
 All your danger is in discord ; 
 Therefore be at peace henceforward, 
 And as brothers live together. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
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 February Twenty-eighth 
 
 As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so 
 
 tall, 
 The more the hail beats, and the more the rains 
 
 fall- 
 So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and 
 
 strong, 
 Through crosses, through sorrows, through 
 
 manifold wrong. 
 
 Annie of Thar aw. 
 
 February Twenty-ninth 
 
 Ye voices, that arose 
 
 After the Evening's close, 
 
 And whispered to my restless heart repose ! 
 
 Go, breathe it in the ear 
 
 Of all who doubt and fear, 
 
 And say to them, "Be of good cheer!" 
 
 U Envoi. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 MARCH 
 
 March First 
 
 The sky was blue ; without one cloud of gloom, 
 The sun of March was shining brightly, 
 
 And to the air the freshening wind gave lightly 
 Its breathings of perfume. 
 
 The Blind Girl of Castel-Cuille. 
 
 March Second 
 
 Never here, forever there, 
 Where all parting, pain, and care, 
 And death, and time shall disappear,— 
 Forever there, but never here! 
 The horologe of Eternity 
 Sayeth this incessantly, — 
 "Forever — never ! 
 Never — forever !" 
 
 The Old Clock on the Stairs. 
 
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 March Third 
 Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. 
 It serves for food and raiment. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 March Fourth 
 
 For the structure that we raise. 
 
 Time is with materials filled ; 
 Our to-days and yesterdays 
 
 Are the blocks with which we build. 
 
 Truly shape and fashion these; 
 
 Leave no yawning gaps between ; 
 Think not, because no man sees, 
 
 Such things will remain unseen. 
 
 The Builder. 
 
 March Fifth 
 Let not him that putteth his hand to the 
 
 plough look backwards ; 
 Though the ploughshare cut through the 
 
 flowers of life to its fountains, 
 Though it pass o'er the graves of the dead and 
 
 the hearts of the living, 
 It is the will of the Lord ; and his mercy en- 
 
 dureth forever ! 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 March Sixth 
 So long as Time is, is Atonement. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 March Seventh 
 You do not look on life and death as I do. 
 There are two angels, that attend unseen 
 Each one of us, and in great books record 
 Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down 
 The good ones, after every action closes 
 His volume, and ascends with it to God. 
 The other keeps his dreadful day-book open 
 Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, 
 The record of the action fades away, 
 And leaves a line of white across the page. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 March Eighth 
 Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus 
 
 sounded. 
 Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the 
 
 meadows. 
 Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of 
 
 heaven, 
 Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots 
 
 of the angels. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 March Ninth 
 Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! 
 
 Let the dead Past bury its dead ! 
 Act, — act in the living Present! 
 Heart within, and God o'erhead! 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 March Tenth 
 Ah! if thy fate, with anguish fraught, 
 Should be to wet the dusty soil 
 With the hot tears and sweat of toil — 
 To struggle with imperious thought, 
 Until the overburdened brain, 
 Weary with labor, faint with pain, 
 Like a jarred pendulum, retain 
 Only its motion, not its power, — 
 Remember, in that perilous hour, 
 When most afflicted and oppressed, 
 From labor there shall come forth rest. 
 
 To a Child. 
 March Eleventh 
 Did we but use it as we ought, 
 This world would school each wandering 
 thought 
 To its high state. 
 Faith wings the soul beyond the sky, 
 Up to that better world on high, 
 For which we wait. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
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 March Twelfth 
 The rising moon has hid the stars; 
 Her level rays, like golden bars, 
 Lie on the landscape green, 
 With shadows brown between. 
 
 Endymion. 
 
 March Thirteenth 
 
 Yes, Love is ever busy with his shuttle, 
 
 Is ever weaving into life's dull warp 
 
 Bright, gorgeous flowers and scenes Arcadian ; 
 
 Hanging our gloomy prison-house about 
 
 With tapestries, that make its walls dilate 
 
 In never ending vistas of delight. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 March Fourteenth 
 The heights by great men reached and kept 
 
 Were not attained by sudden flight, 
 But they, while their companions slept, 
 
 Were toiling upward in the night. 
 
 All common things, each day's events, 
 That with the hour begin and end, 
 
 Our pleasures and our discontents, 
 Are rounds by which we may ascend. 
 
 The Ladder of St. Augustine. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
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 March Fifteenth 
 Sacred heart of the Savior ! O inexhaustible 
 
 fountain ! 
 Fill our hearts this day with strength and sub- 
 mission and patience! 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 March Sixteenth 
 Honor to those whose words or deeds 
 Thus help us in our daily needs, 
 And by their overflow 
 Raise us from what is low ! 
 
 Santa Filomena. 
 
 March Seventeenth 
 I have no other shield than mine own virtue, 
 That is the charm which has protected me ! 
 Amid a thousand perils, I have worn it 
 Here on my heart! It is my guardian angel. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 March Eighteenth 
 Strange is the heart of man, with its quick, mys- 
 terious instincts ! 
 Strange is the life of man, and fatal or fated 
 
 are moments, 
 Whereupon turn, as on hinges, the gates of the 
 wall adamantine! 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
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 March Nineteenth 
 
 Perfect is love, and love only. 
 Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest 
 thou likewise thy brethren. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 March Twentieth 
 
 Round me, o'er me, everywhere, 
 
 All the sky is grand with clouds, 
 And athwart the evening air 
 
 Wheel the swallows home in crowds, 
 Shafts of sunshine from the west 
 
 Paint the dusky windows red ; 
 Darker shadows, deeper rest, 
 
 Underneath and overhead. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 March Twenty-first 
 
 From the sky the moon looked at them, 
 Filled the lodge with mystic splendors, 
 Whispered to them, "O my children, 
 Day is restless, night is quiet, 
 Man imperious, woman feeble; 
 Half is mine, although I follow ; 
 Rule by patience, Laughing Water!" 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 March Twenty-second 
 In heaven shalt thou receive, at length, 
 The guerdon of thine earthly strength 
 And dauntless hand. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 March Twenty-third 
 Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings 
 Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, 
 And play the prelude to our fate. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 March Twenty-fourth 
 He preached to all men everywhere 
 The Gospel of the Golden Rule, 
 The New Commandment given to men, 
 Thinking the deed, and not the creed, 
 Would help us in our utmost need. 
 
 The Wayside Inn. 
 
 March Twenty-fifth 
 Let our unceasing, earnest prayer 
 Be, too, for light, — for strength to bear 
 Our portion of the weight of care, 
 That crushes into dumb despair 
 One half the human race. 
 
 The Goblet of Life. 
 
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 March Twenty-sixth 
 Ah ! what would the world be to us 
 
 If the children were no more? 
 We should dread the desert behind us 
 Worse than the dark before. 
 
 Children. 
 
 March Twenty-seventh 
 All is of God ! If he but wave his hand, 
 
 The mists collect, the rain falls thick and 
 loud, 
 Till, with a smile of light on sea and land, 
 Lo ! he looks back from the departing cloud. 
 
 The Two Angels. 
 
 March Twenty-eighth 
 Life is real ! Life is earnest ! 
 And the grave is not its goal ; 
 "Dust thou art, to dust returnest," 
 Was not spoken of the soul. 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 
 March Twenty-ninth 
 There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. 
 
 This life of mortal breath 
 Is but a suburb of the life elysian, 
 
 Whose portal we call Death. 
 
 Resignation. 
 
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 7F. tftf 7F >pr>?o^ yf< ^^ t?\ 7i\ y^y^: y^cr^ t^ttf 
 
 March Thirtieth 
 
 Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient 
 endurance is Godlike. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 March Thirty-first 
 
 Visions of childhood! Stay, O stay! 
 
 Ye were so sweet and wild! 
 And distant voices seemed to say, 
 "It cannot be ! They pass away ! 
 Other themes demand thy lay; 
 
 Thou art no more a child! 
 
 "The land of Song within thee lies, 
 
 Watered by living springs ; 
 
 The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes 
 
 Are gates unto that Paradise ; 
 
 Holy thoughts, like stars, arise, 
 
 Its clouds are angels' wings." 
 
 Prelude. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 ^ 7F 7JST 7QS >Jk 7J* T(k 7J* >J< yj? 7j< >j? >j* >^ >j* >j? 7J^ ^C 
 
 APRIL 
 
 April First 
 
 Sweet April ! — many a thought 
 Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed ; 
 Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, 
 
 Life's golden fruit is shed. 
 
 An April Day. 
 
 April Second 
 
 Gentle Spring! — in sunshine clad, 
 Well dost thou thy power display ! 
 
 For Winter maketh the light heart sad, 
 
 And thou, — thou makest the sad heart gay, 
 
 He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train, 
 
 The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the 
 rain ; 
 
 And they shrink away, and they flee in fear, 
 When thy merry step draws near. 
 
 Spring. 
 
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 April Third 
 
 O life and love ! O happy throng 
 Of thoughts whose only speech is song! 
 O heart of man ! canst thou not be 
 Blithe as the air is, and as free? 
 
 A Day of Sunshine. 
 
 April Fourth 
 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 
 
 "Life is but an empty dream !" 
 For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
 And things are not what they seem. 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 
 April Fifth 
 
 Why seek to know? 
 Enjoy the merry shrove-tide of thy youth! 
 Take each fair mask for what it gives itself, 
 Nor strive to look beneath it. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 April Sixth 
 The day is done, and the darkness 
 
 Falls from the wings of Night, 
 As a feather is wafted downward 
 From an eagle in his flight. 
 
 The Day Is Done. 
 
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 April, Seventh 
 O Lord! that secst, from yon starry height, 
 Centred in one the future and the past, 
 Fashioned in thine own image, see how fast 
 The world obscures in me what once was bright ! 
 Eternal Sun ! the warmth which thou hast given, 
 To cheer life's flowery April, fast decays ; 
 Yet, in the hoary winter of my days, 
 Forever green shall be my trust in Heaven. 
 
 The Image of God. 
 April Eighth 
 A new and better life begin ! 
 God maketh thee forever free 
 From the dominion of thy sin ! 
 Go, sin no more! He will restore 
 The peace that filled thy heart before, 
 And pardon thine iniquity ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 April Ninth 
 If thou art worn and hard beset 
 With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, 
 If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep 
 Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from 
 
 sleep, 
 Go to the woods and hills ! — No tears 
 Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 
 
 Sunrise on the Hills. 
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 April Tenth 
 Came the Spring with all its splendor, 
 All its birds and all its blossoms, 
 All its flowers and leaves and grasses. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 April Eleventh 
 No action, whether foul or fair, 
 Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere 
 A record, written by fingers ghostly, 
 As a blessing or a curse, and mostly 
 In the greater weakness or greater strength 
 Of the acts which follow it, till at length 
 The wrongs of ages are redressed, 
 And the justice of God made manifest. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 April Twelfth 
 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. 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 
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 April Thirteenth 
 Patience ! have faith, and thy 
 
 prayer will be answered. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 April Fourteenth 
 This life of curs is a wild a?olian harp of many 
 
 a joyous strain, 
 But under them all there runs a loud perpetual 
 wail, as of souls in pain. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 April Fifteenth 
 Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they 
 
 grind exceeding small, 
 Though with patience he stands waiting, with 
 exactness grinds he all. 
 
 Poetic Aphorisms. 
 
 April Sixteenth 
 Celestial King ! let thy presence pass 
 Before my spirit, and an image fair 
 
 Shall meet that look of mercy from on 
 high, 
 As the reflected image in a glass 
 
 Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there, 
 And owes its being to the gazer's eye. 
 
 The Image of God. 
 
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 >fKyf<r?f\7f*:?F >KWW>^ WW w WW WW w >?«c 
 
 April Seventeenth 
 Think of thy brother no ill, but throw a veil 
 
 over his failings, 
 Guide the erring aright. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 April Eighteenth 
 Laugh of the mountain ! — lyre of bird and tree ! 
 Pomp of the meadow ! mirror of the morn ! 
 The soul of April, unto whom are born 
 The rose and jessamine, leaps wild in thee! 
 
 The Brook. 
 
 April Nineteenth 
 Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, 
 Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, 
 Our hearts, in glad surprise, 
 To higher levels rise. 
 
 Santa Filomena. 
 
 April Twentieth 
 To One alone my thoughts arise, 
 The Eternal Truth,— the Good and Wise,— 
 To Him I cry, 
 
 Who shared on earth our common lot, 
 But the world comprehended not 
 His deity. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
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 April, Twenty-first 
 The will of heaven my will shall be, 
 I bow to the divine decree, 
 To God's behest. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 April Twenty-second 
 
 This is the day, when from the dead 
 Our Lord arose; and everywhere, 
 Out of their darkness and despair, 
 Triumphant over fears and foes, 
 The hearts of his disciples rose ; 
 When to the women, standing near, 
 The Angel in shining vesture said, 
 "The Lord is risen ; he is not here !" 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 April Twenty-third 
 
 Therefore love and believe ; for works will fol- 
 low spontaneous 
 
 Even as day does the sun ; the Right from the 
 Good is an offspring, 
 
 Love in a bodily shape ; and Christian works are 
 no more than 
 
 Animate Love and Faith, as flowers are the ani- 
 mate spring-tide. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
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 April, Twenty-fourth 
 
 The green trees whispered low and mild, 
 
 It was a sound of joy! 
 They were my playmates when a child, 
 And rocked me in their arms so wild ! 
 Still they looked at me and smiled, 
 
 As if I were a boy. 
 
 Prelude. 
 
 April Twenty-fifth 
 
 Feeling is deep and still ; and the word that 
 
 floats on the surface 
 Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the 
 
 anchor is hidden. 
 Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the 
 
 world calls illusions. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 April Twenty-sixth 
 
 The dawn is not distant, 
 Nor is the night starless ; 
 Love is eternal ! 
 God is still God, and 
 His faith shall not fail us ; 
 Christ is eternal! 
 
 The Saga of Kmg Olaf. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 April Twenty-seventh 
 
 Man-like is it to fall into sin, 
 Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, 
 Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, 
 God-like is it all sin to leave. 
 
 Poetic Aphorisms. 
 
 April Twenty-eighth 
 
 Why shouldst thou hate then thy brother? 
 Hateth he thee, forgive ! For 'tis sweet to 
 
 stammer one letter 
 Of the Eternal's language; — on earth it is 
 
 called Forgiveness ! 
 Knowest thou Him, who forgave, with the crown 
 
 of thorns round his temples? 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 April Twenty-ninth 
 
 Come back ! ye friendships long departed ! 
 That like o'erflowing streamlets started, 
 And now are dwindled, one by one, 
 To stony channels in the sun ! 
 Come back! ye friends, whose lives are ended! 
 Come back, with all that light attended, 
 Which seemed to darken and decay 
 When ye arose and went away ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 ^KTK^r yp yp yfKypr^yfi: >j< yp yp: yp >j<c >?< >p: >t^ v^: 
 
 April Thirtieth 
 
 O holy Father ! pardon in me 
 The oscillation of a mind 
 Unsteadfast, and that cannot find 
 Its centre of rest and harmony ! 
 For evermore before mine eyes 
 This ghastly phantom flits and flies, 
 And as a madman through a crowd, 
 With frantic gestures and wild cries, 
 It hurries onward, and aloud 
 Repeats its awful prophecies! 
 Weakness is wretchedness ! To be strong 
 Is to be happy ! I am weak, 
 And cannot find the good I seek, 
 Because I feel and fear the wrong! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 tftw vw >?< vt* y^y^y^yii. ww y^ v^c '^ v*v yj* >^ v^ 
 
 MAY 
 
 May First 
 
 Clear was the heaven and blue, and May, with 
 
 her cap crowned with roses, 
 Stood in her holiday dress in the fields, and the 
 
 wind and the brooklet 
 Murmured gladness and peace, God's-peace! 
 
 with lips rosy-tinted. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 May Second 
 
 In all places, then, and in all seasons, 
 
 Flowers expand their light and soul-like 
 wings, 
 
 Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, 
 How akin they are to human things. 
 
 And with childlike, credulous affection 
 We behold their tender buds expand ; 
 
 Emblems of our own great resurrection, 
 Emblems of the bright and better land. 
 
 Flowers. 
 
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 May Third 
 The softly-warbled song 
 Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored 
 
 wings 
 Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves 
 along 
 The forest openings. 
 
 An April Day. 
 
 May Fourth 
 God sent his Singers upon earth 
 With songs of sadness and of mirth, 
 That they might touch the hearts of men, 
 And bring them back to heaven again. 
 
 The Singers. 
 
 May Fifth 
 The great Master said, "I see 
 No best in kind, but in degree; 
 I gave a various gift to each, 
 To charm, to strengthen, and to teach." 
 
 The Singers. 
 
 May Sixth 
 Let us, then, be what we are, and speak what we 
 
 think, and in all things 
 Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred 
 professions of friendship. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 May Seventh 
 Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, 
 
 Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; 
 Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, 
 
 For O! it is not always May! 
 
 Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, 
 To some good angel leave the rest, 
 
 For Time will teach thee soon the truth, 
 There are no birds in last year's nest! 
 
 It is not always May. 
 
 May Eighth 
 The day is drawing to its close; 
 And what good deeds, since first it rose, 
 Have I presented, Lord, to thee, 
 As offerings of my ministry? 
 What wrong repressed, what right maintained, 
 What struggle passed, what victory gained, 
 What good attempted and attained? 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 May Ninth 
 When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle 
 
 but a torch's fire, 
 
 Ha ! how soon they all are silent ! 
 
 Thus Truth silences the liar. 
 
 Poetic Aphorisms. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 May Tenth 
 
 Ah! when the infinite burden of life descendeth 
 upon us, 
 
 Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, 
 in the graveyard, — 
 
 Then it is good to pray unto God ; for his sor- 
 rowing children 
 
 Turns he ne'er from his door, but he heals and 
 helps and consoles them. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 May Eleventh 
 And he gathers the prayers as he stands, 
 And they change into flowers in his hands, 
 
 Into garlands of purple and red ; 
 And beneath the great arch of the portal, 
 Through the streets of the City Immortal 
 Is wafted the fragrance they shed. 
 
 Sandalphon. 
 
 May Twelfth 
 Yet in this age 
 We need another Hildebrand, to shake 
 And purify us like a mighty wind, 
 The world is wicked, and sometimes I wonder 
 God does not lose his patience with it wholly, 
 And shatter it like glass ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 May Thirteenth 
 Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, 
 Life is checkered shade and sunshine ; 
 Rule by love. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 May Fourteenth 
 Our hearts are lamps for ever burning 
 With a steady and unwavering flame, 
 Pointing upward, for ever the same, 
 Steadily upward toward the Heaven ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 May Fifteenth 
 For when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and 
 
 illumines the pathway, 
 Many things are made clear, that else He hidden 
 in darkness. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 May Sixteenth 
 
 How slowly through the lilac-scented air 
 Descends the tranquil moon ! Like thistle-down 
 The vapory clouds float in the peaceful sky ; 
 And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of shade 
 The nightingales breathe out their souls in song. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 May Seventeenth 
 Alas ! we are but eddies of dust, 
 Uplifted by the blast, and whirled 
 Along the highway of the world 
 A moment only, then to fall 
 Back to a common level all, 
 At the subsiding of the gust ! 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 May Eighteenth 
 Be strong ! be good ! be pure ! 
 The right only shall endure. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 May Nineteenth 
 In the furrowed land 
 The toilsome and patient oxen stand; 
 Lifting the yoke-encumbered head, 
 With their dilated nostrils spread. 
 They silently inhale 
 The clover-scented gale, 
 And the vapors that arise 
 From the well-watered and smoking soil. 
 For this rest in the furrow after toil 
 Their large and lustrous eyes 
 Seem to thank the Lord, 
 More than man's spoken word. 
 
 Rain in Summer. 
 
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 May Twentieth 
 The birds sang in the thickets, 
 And the streamlets laughed and glistened, 
 And the air was full of fragrance. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 May Twenty-first 
 
 blessed Lord ! how much I need 
 Thy light to guide me on my way ! 
 So many hands, that, without heed, 
 
 Still touch thy wounds, and make them bleed! 
 So many feet, that, day by day, 
 Still wander from thy fold astray! 
 Unless thou fill me with thy light, 
 
 1 cannot lead thy flock aright ; 
 Nor, without thy support, can bear 
 The burden of so great a care, 
 But am myself a castaway ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 May Twenty-second 
 O gentle spirit! Thou didst bear unmoved 
 Blasts of adversity and frosts of fate! 
 But the first ray of sunshine that falls on thee 
 Melts thee to tears ! O, let thy weary heart 
 Lean upon mine ! and it shall faint no more, 
 Nor thirst, nor hunger ; but be comforted 
 And filled with my affection. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 May Twenty-third 
 The tidal wave of deeper souls 
 Into our inmost being rolls, 
 And lifts us unawares 
 Out of all meaner cares. 
 
 Santa Filomena. 
 
 May Twenty-fourth 
 
 Let us, then, be up and doing, 
 With a heart for any fate; 
 
 Still achieving, still pursuing, 
 Learn to labor and to wait. 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 
 May Twenty-fifth 
 No endeavor is in vain; 
 Its reward is in the doing, 
 And the rapture of pursuing 
 
 Is the prize the vanquished gain. 
 
 The Wind over tJie Chimney. 
 
 May Twenty-sixth 
 
 Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart 
 that aches and bleeds with the stigma 
 
 Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and 
 can comprehend its dark enigma. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 May Twenty-seventh 
 
 Pray for the Dead! 
 Why for the dead, who are at rest? 
 Pray for the living, in whose breast 
 The struggle between right and wrong 
 Is raging terrible and strong, 
 As when good angels war with devils ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 May Twenty-eighth 
 
 Better is Death than Life! Ah yes! to thou- 
 sands 
 Death plays upon a dulcimer, and sings 
 That song of consolation, till the air 
 Rings with it, and they cannot choose but follow 
 Whither he leads. And not the old alone, 
 But the young also hear it, and are still. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 May Twenty-ninth 
 
 Think of this, O Hiawatha! 
 Speak of it to all the people, 
 That hence forward and forever 
 They no more with lamentations 
 Sadden the souls of the departed 
 In the Islands of the Blessed. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
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 PROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 May Thirtieth 
 
 Think, every morning when the sun peeps 
 through 
 
 The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove. 
 How jubilant the happy birds renew 
 
 Their old, melodious madrigals of love! 
 And when you think of this, remember too 
 
 'T is always morning somewhere, and above 
 The awakening continents, from shore to shore, 
 Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. 
 
 The Birds of Killingxvorth. 
 
 May Thirty-first 
 
 Like the swell of some sweet tune, 
 Morning rises into noon, 
 May glides onward into June. 
 
 Maidenhood. 
 
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 FKOM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 JUNE 
 
 June First 
 
 All the meadows wave with blossoms, 
 All the woodlands ring with music, 
 All the trees are dark with foliage. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 June Second 
 
 The robin and the bluebird, piping loud, 
 
 Filled all the blossoming orchards with their 
 glee, 
 
 The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud 
 Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be; 
 
 And hungry crows assembled in a crowd, 
 Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, 
 
 Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said: 
 
 "Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!" 
 The Birds of Killing-worth. 
 
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 FKOM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 June Third 
 Truth from falsehood cleansed and sifted, 
 Lives, like days in Summer, lengthened. 
 
 Epimetheus. 
 June Fourth 
 "Blessed be God ! for he created Death" 
 
 The mourners said, "and Death is rest and 
 peace ;" 
 Then added, in the certainty of faith, 
 
 "And giveth Life that nevermore shall cease." 
 The Jewish Cemetery at Newport. 
 
 June Fifth 
 Weep not, my friends! rather rejoice with me. 
 I shall not feel the pain, but shall be gone, 
 And you will have another friend in heaven. 
 Then start not at the creaking of the door 
 Through which I pass. I see what lies beyond it. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 June Sixth 
 'T is the heaven of flowers you see there; 
 All the wild-flowers of the forest, 
 All the lilies of the prairie, 
 When on earth they fade and perish, 
 Blossom in that heaven above us. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 June Seventh 
 There is a quiet spirit in these woods, 
 That dwells where'er the gentle south wind 
 
 blows ; 
 Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, 
 The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, 
 The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. 
 
 The Spirit of Poetry. 
 
 June Eighth 
 Come to me, O ye children ! 
 
 And whisper in my ear 
 What the birds and the winds are singing 
 
 In your sunny atmosphere. 
 
 For what are all our contrivings, 
 
 And the wisdom of our books, 
 When compared with your caresses, 
 And the gladness of } r our looks? 
 
 Children. 
 June Ninth 
 My Redeemer and my Lord, 
 
 I beseech Thee, I entreat Thee, 
 Guide me in each act and word, 
 
 That hereafter I may meet Thee, 
 Watching, waiting, hoping, yearning, 
 With my lamp well trimmed and burning! 
 
 The Golden Legend, 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 June Tenth 
 Affection never was wasted ; 
 If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, 
 
 returning 
 Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill 
 them full of refreshment. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 June Eleventh 
 My soul within 
 Was dark with passion and soiled with sin. 
 But now its wounds are healed again; 
 Gone are the anguish, the terror, and pain ; 
 For across that desolate land of woe, 
 O'er whose burning sands I was forced to go, 
 A wind from heaven began to blow ; 
 And all my being trembled and shook, 
 As the leaves of the tree, or the grass of the 
 
 field, 
 And I was healed, as the sick are healed, 
 When fanned by the leaves of the Holy Book! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 June Twelfth 
 I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, 
 
 That strange and mystic scroll, 
 That an army of phantoms vast and wan 
 Beleaguer the human soul. 
 
 The Beleaguered City, 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 June Thirteenth 
 
 Love thou the merciful Father ! 
 Wish what the Holy One wishes, and not from 
 fear but affection. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 June Fourteenth 
 O, thou child of many prayers ! 
 Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! 
 Care and age come unawares ! 
 
 Maidenhood. 
 
 June Fifteenth 
 But if thou lovest, — mark me! I say lovest, 
 The greatest of thy sex excels thee not ! 
 The world of the affections is thy world, 
 Not that of man's ambition. In that stillness 
 Which most becomes a woman, calm and holy, 
 Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart, 
 Feeding its flame. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 June Sixteenth 
 
 No one is so accursed by fate, 
 No one so utterly desolate, 
 
 But some heart, though unknown, 
 
 Responds unto his own. 
 
 Endymion, 
 
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 j^tjs^t^tjojosjoj*:??* y^y^yiK vp-^-yjsr??? y^ yfK 
 
 June Seventeenth 
 
 Let thy strong heart of steel this day 
 Put on its armor for the fray. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 June Eighteenth 
 
 All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds, 
 
 That have their root in thoughts of ill ; 
 
 Whatever hinders or impedes 
 
 The action of the nobler will ; — 
 
 All these must first be trampled down 
 Beneath our feet, if we would gain 
 
 In the bright fields of fair renown 
 The right of eminent domain. 
 
 The Ladder of St. Augustine. 
 
 June Nineteenth 
 
 The night is silent, the wind is still, 
 The moon is looking from yonder hill 
 Down upon convent, and grove, and garden ; 
 The clouds have passed away from her face, 
 Leaving behind them no sorrowful trace, 
 Only the tender and quiet grace 
 Of one, whose heart has been healed with par- 
 don. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 TFrTKT?? >** yf*. y$< >?* i^i^yp:y^y^yp:i^s: >jv v^c >^ y^ 
 
 June Twentieth 
 
 Old and yet ever new, and simple and beautiful 
 always, 
 
 Love immortal and young in the endless suc- 
 cession of lovers. 
 . The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 June Twenty-first 
 Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, 
 Who have faith in God and Nature, 
 Who believe, that in all ages 
 Every human heart is human, 
 That in even savage bosoms 
 There are longings, yearnings, strivings 
 For the good they comprehend not, 
 That the feeble hands and helpless, 
 Groping blindly in the darkness, 
 Touch God's right hand in that darkness 
 And are lifted up and strengthened ; — 
 Listen to this simple story, 
 To this Song of Hiawatha! 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 June Twenty-second 
 Upon purity and upon virtue 
 Resteth the Christian Faith. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
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 >K^K>t? 7F ?K >K y^y^ y^y^y^ y^y^w< y^y^yf^y^ 
 
 June Twenty-third 
 
 I hear the wind among the trees 
 Playing celestial symphonies; 
 I see the branches downward bent, 
 Like keys of some great instrument. 
 
 A Day of Sunshine. 
 
 June Twenty-fourth 
 
 Sail forth into the sea of life, 
 O gentle, loving, trusting wife, 
 And safe from all adversity 
 Upon the bosom of that sea 
 Thy comings and thy goings be ! 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 June Twenty-fifth 
 Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, 
 In thy heart the dew of youth, 
 On thy lips the smile of truth. 
 
 Maidenhood. 
 
 June Twenty-sixth 
 
 For gentleness and love and trust 
 Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; 
 And in the wreck of noble lives 
 Something immortal still survives ! 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
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 June Twenty-seventh 
 This was the wedding morn of Priscilla the 
 
 Puritan maiden. 
 Friends were assembled together ; the Elder and 
 
 Magistrate also 
 Graced the scene with their presence, and stood 
 
 like the Law and the Gospel, 
 One with the sanction of earth and one with the 
 blessing of Heaven. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 June Twenty-eighth 
 An odor of innocence, and of prayer, 
 And of love, and faith that never fails, 
 Such as the fresh young heart exhales. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 June Twenty-ninth 
 And this is the sweet spirit, that doth fill 
 The world; and, in these wayward days of 
 
 youth, 
 My busy fancy oft embodies it, 
 As a bright image of the light and beauty 
 That dwell in nature, — of the heavenly forms 
 We worship in our dreams, and the soft hues 
 That stain the wild bird's wing, and flush the 
 
 clouds 
 When the sun sets. 
 
 The Spirit of Poetry. 
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 June Thirtieth 
 
 I shot an arrow into the air, 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where ; 
 For, so swiftly it flew, the sight 
 Could not follow it in its flight. 
 
 I breathed a song into the air, 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where ; 
 For who has sight so keen and strong, 
 That it can follow the flight of song? 
 
 Long, long afterward, in an oak 
 I found the arrow, still unbroke ; 
 And the song, from beginning to end, 
 I found again in the heart of a friend. 
 The Arrow and the Song. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 JULY 
 
 July First 
 Like unto ships far off at sea, 
 Outward or homeward bound, are we. 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 July Second 
 Before, behind, and all around, 
 Floats and swings the horizon's bound, 
 Seems at its distant rim to rise 
 And climb the crystal wall of the skies, 
 And then again to turn and sink, 
 As if we could slide from its outer brink. 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 July Third 
 Ah! it is not the sea, 
 It is not the sea that sinks and shelves, 
 But ourselves 
 That rock and rise 
 With endless and uneasy motion, 
 Now touching the very skies, 
 Now sinking into the depths of ocean. 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
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 July Fourth 
 Sail on, O Union, strong and great! 
 In spite of rock and tempest's roar, 
 In spite of false lights on the shore, 
 Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! 
 Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee. 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 July Fifth 
 Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals 
 The blast of War's great organ shakes the 
 skies ! 
 But beautiful as songs of the immortals, 
 The holy melodies of love arise. 
 
 The Arsenal at Springfield. 
 
 July Sixth 
 All things above were bright and fair, 
 
 All things were glad and free; 
 Lithe squirrels darted here and there, 
 And wild birds filled the echoing air 
 With songs of Liberty! 
 
 The Slave in the Dismal Swamp. 
 
 July Seventh 
 God is just ; and finally justice 
 Triumphs. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
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 July Eighth 
 Labor with what zeal we will, 
 
 Something still remains undone, 
 Something uncompleted still 
 Waits the rising of the sun. 
 
 Something Left Undone. 
 
 July Ninth 
 Our little lives are kept in equipoise 
 By opposite attractions and desires ; 
 The struggle of the instinct that enjoys, 
 And the more noble instinct that aspires. 
 
 These perturbations, this perpetual jar 
 Of earthly wants and aspirations high, 
 
 Come from the influence of an unseen star, 
 An undiscovered planet in our sky. 
 
 Haunted Houses, 
 
 July Tenth 
 
 Cross against corslet, 
 
 Love against hatred, 
 
 Peace-cry for war-cry! 
 
 Patience is powerful; 
 
 He that o'ercometh 
 
 Hath power o'er the nations ! 
 
 The Saga of King Olaf. 
 
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 July Eleventh 
 Thou whose heart 
 Is like a nest of singing birds 
 Rocked on the topmost bough of life, 
 Wilt thou, too, from our sky depart, 
 And in the clangour of the strife 
 Mingle the music of thy words? 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 July Twelfth 
 The spirit-world around this world of sense 
 
 Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere 
 Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors 
 dense 
 A vital breath of more ethereal air. 
 
 Haunted Houses. 
 
 July Thirteenth 
 When the hours of Day are numbered, 
 
 And the voices of the Night 
 Wake the better soul, that slumbered, 
 
 To a holy, calm delight; 
 
 Then the forms of the departed 
 
 Enter at the open door ; 
 The beloved, the true-hearted, 
 
 Come to visit me once more. 
 
 Footsteps of Angels. 
 
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 July Fourteenth 
 Friends my soul with joy remembers! 
 
 How like quivering flames they start, 
 When I fan the living embers 
 
 On the hearth-stone of my heart ! 
 
 To the River Charles. 
 July Fifteenth 
 And, falling on my weary brain, 
 
 Like a fast-falling shower, 
 The dreams of youth came back again, 
 Low lispings of the summer rain, 
 Dropping on the ripened grain, 
 
 As once upon the flower Prelude. 
 
 July Sixteenth 
 Memory brightens o'er the past, 
 
 As when the sun, concealed 
 Behind some cloud that near us hangs, 
 Shines on a distant field. 
 
 A Gleam of Sunshine. 
 July Seventeenth 
 O precious hours ! O golden prime, 
 And affluence of love and time ! 
 Even as a miser counts his gold, 
 Those hours the ancient timepiece told, — 
 "Forever — never ! 
 Never — forever !" 
 
 The Old Clock on the Stairs. 
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 July Eighteenth 
 
 Hope, the befriending, 
 Does what she can, for she points evermore up 
 to Heaven. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 July Nineteenth 
 Feeble, at best, is my endeavor ! 
 I see, but cannot reach, the height 
 That lies forever in the light, 
 And yet forever and forever, 
 When seeming just within my grasp, 
 I feel my feeble hands unclasp, 
 And sink discouraged into night ! 
 For thine own purpose, thou hast sent 
 The strife and the discouragement ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 July Twentieth 
 We have not wings, we cannot soar ; 
 
 But we have feet to scale and climb 
 By slow degrees, by more and more, 
 
 The cloudy summits of our time. 
 
 The mighty pyramids of stone 
 
 That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, 
 When nearer seen, and better known, 
 Are but gigantic flights of stairs. 
 
 The Ladder of St. Augustine, 
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 July Twenty-first 
 
 Clear fount of light ! my native land on high 
 Bright with a glory that shall never fade ! 
 Mansion of truth ! without a veil or shade, 
 Thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye. 
 
 The Native Land. 
 
 July Twenty-second 
 
 Will ye promise me here, (a holy promise!) to 
 cherish 
 
 God more than all things earthly, and every 
 man as a brother? 
 
 Will ye promise me here, to confirm your faith 
 by your living, 
 
 Th' heavenly faith of affection ! to hope, to for- 
 give, and to suffer, 
 
 Be what it may your condition, and walk before 
 God in uprightness? 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 July Twenty-third 
 
 Hast thou e'er reflected 
 How much lies hidden in that one word, now? 
 Yes ; all the awful mystery of Life ! 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
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 July Twenty-fourth 
 holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear 
 
 What man has borne before! 
 Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, 
 And they complain no more. 
 
 Hymn to the Night. 
 
 July Twenty-fifth 
 Have pity, Lord ! let penitence 
 Atone for disobedience, 
 Nor let the fruit of man's offence 
 Be endless misery ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 July Twenty-sixth 
 O, weary hearts ! O, slumbering eyes ! 
 O, drooping souls, whose destinies 
 Are fraught with fear and pain, 
 Ye shall be loved again ! 
 
 Endymion. 
 
 July Twenty-seventh 
 Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom, 
 
 In the fair gardens of that second birth ; 
 And each bright blossom, mingle its perfume 
 With that of flowers, which never bloomed 
 on earth. 
 
 God's Acre. 
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 July Twenty-eighth 
 
 Bright rose the sun next day ; and all the flow- 
 ers of the garden 
 
 Bathed his shining feet with their tears, and an- 
 ointed his tresses 
 
 With the delicious balm that they bore in their 
 vases of crystal. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 July Twenty-ninth 
 
 O gift of God ! O perfect day : 
 Whereon shall no man work, but play ; 
 Whereon it is enough for me, 
 Not to be doing, but to be ! 
 
 A Day of Sunshine. 
 
 July Thirtieth 
 
 For there are moments in life, when the heart is 
 
 so full of emotion, 
 That if by chance it be shaken, or into its 
 
 depths like a pebble 
 Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its 
 
 secret, 
 Spilt on the ground like water, can never be 
 
 gathered together. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 July Thirty-first 
 
 Now to the sunset 
 Again hast thou brought us ; 
 And, seeing the evening 
 Twilight, we bless thee, 
 Praise thee, adore thee ! 
 
 Father omnipotent ! 
 Son, the Life-giver ! 
 Spirit, the Comforter! 
 Worthy at all times 
 Of worship and wonder ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 AUGUST 
 
 August First 
 
 Come to me, ye children ! 
 
 For I hear you at your play, 
 And the questions that perplexed me 
 
 Have vanished quite away. 
 
 Children. 
 
 August Second 
 
 What the leaves are to the forest, 
 With light and air for food, 
 
 Ere their sweet and tender juices 
 Have been hardened into wood, — 
 
 That to the world are children ; 
 
 Through them it feels the glow 
 Of a brighter and sunnier climate 
 
 Than reaches the trunks below. 
 
 Children. 
 
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 August Third 
 
 All things rejoice in youth and love, 
 The fulness of their first delight. 
 
 It is not always May. 
 
 August Fourth 
 
 Childhood is the bough, where slumbered 
 Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — 
 Age, that bough with snows encumbered. 
 
 Maidenhood. 
 
 August Fifth 
 
 Tell me, — the charms that lovers seek 
 In the clear eye and blushing cheek, 
 The hues that play 
 O'er rosy lip and brow of snow, 
 When hoary age approaches slow, 
 Ah, where are they? 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 August Sixth 
 
 Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away 
 Your gentle voices will flow on for ever, 
 
 When life grows bare and tarnished with decay, 
 As through a leafless landscape flows a river. 
 
 Dedication. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 August Seventh 
 
 A millstone and the human heart are driven ever 
 
 round ; 
 If they have nothing else to grind, they must 
 
 themselves be ground. 
 
 Poetic Aphorisms. 
 
 August Eighth 
 
 Air, — I want air, and sunshine, and blue sky, 
 The feeling of the breeze upon my face, 
 The feeling of the turf beneath my feet, 
 And no walls but the far-off mountain tops. 
 Then I am free and strong, — once more myself. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 August Ninth 
 The evening air grows dusk and brown ; 
 I must go forth into the town, 
 To visit beds of pain and death, 
 Of restless limbs, and quivering breath, 
 And sorrowing hearts, and patient eyes 
 That see, through tears, the sun go down, 
 But nevermore shall see it rise. 
 The poor in body and estate, 
 The sick and the disconsolate, 
 Must not on man's convenience wait. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 August Tenth 
 Above thy head, through rifted clouds, there 
 
 shines 
 A glorious star. Be patient. Trust thy star I 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 August Eleventh 
 O star of strength! I see thee stand 
 
 And smile upon my pain ; 
 Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, 
 
 And I am strong again. 
 The star of the unconquered will, 
 
 He rises in my breast, 
 Serene, and resolute, and still, 
 And calm, and self-possessed. 
 
 The Light of Stars. 
 August Twelfth 
 The moon was pallid, but not faint, 
 And beautiful as some fair saint, 
 Serenely moving on her way 
 In hours of trial and dismay. 
 As if she heard the voice of God, 
 Unharmed with naked feet she trod 
 Upon the hot and burning stars, 
 As on the glowing coals and bars 
 That were to prove her strength, and try 
 Her holiness and her purity. 
 
 The Occult ation of Orion. 
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 August Thirteenth 
 Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, 
 
 God hath written in those stars above; 
 But not less in the bright flowerets under us 
 Stands the revelation of his love. 
 
 Flowers. 
 August Fourteenth 
 Love is the Holy Ghost within ; 
 Hate, the unpardonable sin ! 
 Who preaches otherwise than this, 
 Betrays his Master with a kiss ! 
 
 Christus — First Interlude. 
 
 August Fifteenth 
 
 Big words do not smite like war-clubs, 
 Boastful breath is not a bow-string, 
 Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, 
 Deeds are better things than words are, 
 Actions mightier than boastings ! 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 August Sixteenth 
 Works do follow us all unto God ; there stand 
 
 and bear witness 
 Not what they seemed, — but what they were 
 only. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
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 August Seventeenth 
 
 O suffering, sad humanity ! 
 O ye afflicted ones, who lie 
 Steeped to the lips in misery, 
 Longing, and yet afraid to die, 
 Patient, though sorely tried ! 
 
 The Goblet of Life. 
 
 August Eighteenth 
 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
 
 Is our destined end or way ; 
 But to act, that each to-morrow 
 
 Find us farther than to-day. 
 
 Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 
 
 And our hearts, though stout and brave, 
 
 Still like muffled drums, are beating 
 Funeral marches to the grave. 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 
 August Nineteenth 
 
 Angels of Life and Death alike are his ; 
 
 Without his leave they pass no threshold 
 o'er; 
 Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this, 
 Against his messengers to shut the door? 
 
 The Two Angels. 
 
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 August Twentieth 
 
 Hope, — so is called upon earth, his recompense, 
 
 — Hope, the befriending, 
 Does what she can, for she points evermore up 
 
 to heaven, and faithful 
 Plunges her anchor's peak in the depths of the 
 
 grave, and beneath it 
 Paints a more beautiful world, a dim, but a 
 
 sweet play of shadows ! 
 
 The Children of the Lard's Supper. 
 
 August Twenty-first 
 
 When Christ ascended 
 Triumphantly, from star to star, 
 He left the gates of heaven ajar. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 August Twenty-second 
 
 O my Saviour, I beseech thee, 
 
 Even as thou hast died for me, 
 
 More sincerely 
 
 Let me follow where thou leadest, 
 
 Let me, bleeding as thou bleedest, 
 
 Die, if dying I may give 
 
 Life to one who asks to live. 
 
 The Golden Legend* 
 
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 August Twenty-third 
 
 Oh fear not in a world like this, 
 And thou shalt know erelong, 
 
 Know how sublime a thing it is 
 To suffer and be strong. 
 
 The Light of Stars. 
 
 August Twenty-fourth 
 
 Each man's chimney is his Golden Mile-stone, 
 Is the central point, from which he measures 
 
 Every distance 
 Through the gateways of the world around him. 
 
 The Golden Mile-stone. 
 
 August Twenty-fifth 
 
 O thou sculptor, painter, poet! 
 
 Take this lesson to thy heart: 
 That is best which lieth nearest; 
 
 Shape from that thy work of art. 
 
 Gaspar Becerra. 
 
 August Twenty-sixth 
 If any thought of mine, or sung, or told, 
 
 Has ever given delight or consolation, 
 Ye have repaid me back a thousandfold, 
 By every friendly sign and salutation. 
 
 Dedication. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 August Twenty-seventh 
 Forth from the curtain of clouds, from the tent 
 
 of purple and scarlet, 
 Issued the sun, the great High-Priest, in his 
 
 garments resplendent, 
 Holiness unto the Lord, in letters of light, on 
 his forehead. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 August Twenty-eighth 
 
 How beautiful it is ! Fresh fields of wheat, 
 Vineyard, and town, and tower with fluttering 
 
 flag, 
 The consecrated chapel on the crag, 
 And the white hamlet gathered round its base, 
 Like Mary sitting at her Saviour's feet, 
 And looking up at his beloved face! 
 O friend ! O best of friends ! Thy absence more 
 Than the impending night darkens the land- 
 scape o'er! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 August Twenty-ninth 
 
 Yet in thy heart what human sympathies, 
 What soft compassion glows, as in the skies 
 The tender stars their clouded lamps relume! 
 
 Dante. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 August Thirtieth 
 
 All about 
 The broad, sweet sunshine lay without, 
 Filling the summer air. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 August Thirty-first 
 
 Whither, thou turbid wave 
 Whither, with so much haste, 
 As if a thief wert thou? 
 
 I am the Wave of Life, 
 Stained with my margin's dust ; 
 From the struggle and the strife 
 Of the narrow stream I fly 
 To the Sea's immensity, 
 To wash from me the slime 
 Of the muddy banks of Time. 
 
 The Wave. 
 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 SEPTEMBER 
 
 September First 
 
 Thou comcst, Autumn, heralded by the rain, 
 With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, 
 Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, 
 And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain ! 
 Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, 
 Upon thy bridge of gold ; thy roj^al hand 
 Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land. 
 
 Autumn. 
 
 September Second 
 
 The morrow was a bright September morn ; 
 The earth was beautiful as if new-born ; 
 There was that nameless splendor everywhere, 
 That wild exhilaration in the air, 
 Which makes the passers in the city street 
 Congratulate each other as they meet. 
 
 The Falcon of Ser Federigo. 
 
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 September Third 
 
 Forth into the forest straightway 
 All alone walked Hiawatha 
 Proudly, with his bow and arrows ; 
 And the birds sang round him, o'er him, 
 "Do not shoot us, Hiawatha !" 
 Sang the robin, the Opechee, 
 Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
 "Do not shoot us, Hiawatha !" 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 September Fourth 
 
 You call them thieves and pillagers ; but know 
 They are the winged wardens of your farms, 
 
 Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, 
 And from your harvests keep a hundred 
 harms ; 
 
 Even the blackest of them all, the crow, 
 
 Renders good service as your man-at-arms, 
 
 Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail, 
 
 And crying havoc on the slug and snail. 
 
 The Birds of Killingworth. 
 
 September Fifth 
 
 0, had I faith, as in the days gone by, 
 That knew no doubt, and feared no mystery ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
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 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH LONGFELLOW 
 
 September Sixth 
 
 In this false world, we do not always know 
 Who are our friends and who our enemies. 
 We all have enemies, and all need friends. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 September Seventh 
 
 Muse of all the Gifts and Graces ! 
 
 Though the fields around us wither, 
 There are ampler realms and spaces, 
 Where no foot has left its traces ; 
 
 Let us turn and wander thither ! 
 
 Epimetheus. 
 
 September Eighth 
 
 Welcome, my old friend, 
 Welcome to a foreign fireside, 
 While the sullen gales of autumn 
 Shake the windows. 
 
 To an Old Danish Song-Book. 
 
 September Ninth 
 
 Let me but hear thy voice, and I am happy ; 
 For every tone, like some sweet incantation 
 Calls up the buried past to plead for me. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
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 September Tenth 
 Golden visions wave and hover, 
 Golden vapors, waters streaming, 
 Landscapes moving, changing, gleaming! 
 I am like a happy lover 
 Who illumines life with dreaming! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 September Eleventh 
 We spake of many a vanished scene, 
 Of what we once had thought and said, 
 Of what had been, and might have been, 
 And who was changed, and who was dead ; 
 
 And all that fills the hearts of friends, 
 When first they feel, with secret pain, 
 Their lives henceforth have separate ends, 
 And never can be one again. 
 
 The Fire of Drift-wood. 
 
 September Twelfth 
 Kind messages, that pass from land to land ; 
 Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep his- 
 tory, 
 In which we feel the pressure of a hand, — 
 
 One touch of fire, — and all the rest is mys- 
 tery ! 
 
 Dedication. 
 
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 September Thirteenth 
 We may build more splendid habitations, 
 Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculp- 
 tures, 
 
 But we cannot 
 Buy with gold the old associations ! 
 
 The Golden Mile-stone. 
 September Fourteenth 
 Somewhat back from the village street 
 Stands the old-fashioned country-seat. 
 Across its antique portico 
 Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw 
 And from its station in the hall 
 An ancient timepiece says to all, — 
 "Forever — never ! 
 Never — forever !" 
 
 The Old Clock on the Stairs. 
 September Fifteenth 
 Down through the golden leaves the sun was 
 
 pouring his splendors, 
 Gleaming on purple grapes, that, from 
 
 branches above them suspended, 
 Mingled their odorous breath with the balm of 
 
 the pine and the fir-tree, 
 Wild and sweet as the clusters that grew in the 
 valley of Eshcol. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
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 September Sixteenth 
 Saint Augustine ! well hast thou said, 
 
 That of our vices we can frame 
 A ladder, if we will but tread 
 
 Beneath our feet each deed of shame ! 
 
 The Ladder of St. Augustine. 
 
 September Seventeenth 
 In the world's broad field of battle, 
 
 In the bivouac of Life, 
 Be not like dumb, driven cattle ; 
 Be a hero in the strife ! 
 
 A Psalm of Life. 
 
 September Eighteenth 
 In that hour of deep contrition, 
 He beheld, with clearer vision, 
 Through all outward show and fashion, 
 Justice, the Avenger, rise. 
 
 The Norman Baron. 
 
 September Nineteenth 
 Nor deem the irrevocable Past 
 
 As wholly wasted, wholly vain, 
 If, rising on its wrecks, at last, 
 To something nobler we attain. 
 
 The Ladder of St. Augustine. 
 
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 September Twentieth 
 
 Deny 
 The tempter, though his power is strong, 
 And, inaccessible to wrong, 
 Still like a martyr live and die ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 September Twenty-first 
 And though at times impetuous with emotion 
 
 And anguish long suppressed, 
 The swelling heart heaves moaning like the 
 ocean, 
 That cannot be at rest, — 
 
 We will be patient, and assuage the feeling 
 
 We may not wholly stay ; 
 By silence sanctifying, not concealing, 
 
 The grief that must have way. 
 
 Resignation. 
 September Twenty-second 
 From the barred visor of Antiquity 
 Reflected shines the eternal light of Truth, 
 As from a mirror ! All the means of action — 
 The shapeless masses — the materials — 
 Lie everywhere about us. What we need 
 Is the celestial fire to change the flint 
 Into transparent crystal, bright and clear. 
 That fire is genius ! The Spanish Student. 
 
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 September Twenty-third 
 The thought of my short-comings in this life 
 Falls like a shadow on the life to come. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 September Twenty-fourth 
 The pleasures and delights, which mask 
 In treacherous smiles life's serious task, 
 What are they, all, 
 But the fleet coursers of the chase, 
 And death an ambush in the race, 
 Wherein we fall? 
 
 No foe, no dangerous pass, we heed, 
 Brook no delay, — but onward speed 
 With loosened rein ; 
 And, when the fatal snare is near, 
 We strive to check our mad career, 
 But strive in vain. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 September Twenty-fifth 
 Knowest thou Him, who forgave, with the crown 
 
 of thorns round his temples? 
 Earnestly prayed for his foes, for his murder- 
 ers? Say, dost thou know him? 
 Ah! thou confessest his name, so follow like- 
 wise his example. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
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 September Twenty-sixth 
 Not in the clamour of the crowded street, 
 Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, 
 But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. 
 
 The Poet. 
 
 September Twenty-seventh 
 Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 
 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 
 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, 
 And not a rent made by the gale ! 
 
 The Building of the Ship. 
 
 September Twenty-eighth 
 Lead me to mercy's ever-flowing fountains ; 
 For thou my shepherd, guard, and guide 
 
 shalt be. 
 I will obey thy voice, and wait to see 
 Thy feet a 11 beautiful upon the mountains. 
 
 The Good Shepherd. 
 
 September Twenty-ninth 
 Down goes the sun ! 
 But the soul of one, 
 Who by repentance 
 Has escaped the dreadful sentence, 
 Shines bright below me as I look. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 September Thirtieth 
 All sounds were in harmony blended. 
 Voices of children at play, the crowing of cocks 
 
 in the farm-yards, 
 Whir of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing 
 
 of pigeons, 
 All were subdued and low as the murmurs of 
 
 love, and the great sun 
 Looked with the eye of love through the golden 
 
 vapors around him ; 
 While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet 
 
 and yellow, 
 Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glitter- 
 ing tree of the forest 
 Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned 
 
 with mantles and jewels. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
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 OCTOBER 
 
 October First 
 There is a beautiful spirit breathing now 
 Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, 
 And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, 
 Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, 
 And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. 
 
 Autumn. 
 
 October Second 
 O what a glory doth this world put on 
 For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth 
 Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks 
 On duties well performed, and days well spent! 
 
 Autumn. 
 
 October Third 
 For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves 
 Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teach- 
 ings. 
 He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death 
 Has lifted up for all, that he shall go 
 To his long resting-place without a tear. 
 
 Autumn. 
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 October Fourth 
 
 Over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline 
 
 heaven, 
 Like the protecting hand of God. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 October Fifth 
 Upward steals the life of man, 
 As the sunshine from the wall. 
 From the wall into the sky, 
 
 From the roof along the spire ; 
 Ah, the souls of those that die 
 Are but sunbeams lifted higher. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 October Sixth 
 
 Think not the struggle that draws near 
 
 Too terrible for man, — nor fear 
 
 To meet the foe; 
 
 Nor let thy noble spirit grieve, 
 
 Its life of glorious fame to leave 
 
 On earth below. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 October Seventh 
 Why deck the flesh, — the sensual slave of sin, 
 And leave in rags the immortal guest within? 
 
 The Soul. 
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 October Eighth 
 Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; 
 Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; 
 Thy fate is the common fate of all, 
 Into each life some rain must fall, 
 Some days must be dark and dreary. 
 
 The Rainy Day. 
 
 October Ninth 
 
 Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion 
 to others, 
 
 This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow 
 had taught her. 
 
 So was her love diffused, but, like to some odor- 
 ous spices, 
 
 Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the 
 air with aroma. 
 
 Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but 
 to follow 
 
 Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of 
 her Saviour. Evangeline. 
 
 October Tenth 
 How many lives, made beautiful and sweet 
 By self-devotion and by self-restraint, 
 Whose pleasure is to run without complaint 
 On unknown errands of the Paraclete. 
 
 Giotto's Tower. 
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 October Eleventh 
 
 Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, 
 Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales 
 The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, 
 Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life, 
 Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crim- 
 soned, 
 And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, 
 Where autumn, like a faint old man, sits down 
 By the wayside a-weary. Autumn. 
 
 October Twelfth 
 
 Could we new charms to age impart, 
 And fashion with a cunning art 
 The human face, 
 
 As we can clothe the soul with light, 
 And make the glorious spirit bright 
 With heavenly grace. 
 
 Coplas de Manrique. 
 
 October Thirteenth 
 This rustic seat in the old apple-tree, 
 With its o'erhanging golden canopy 
 Of leaves illuminate with autumnal hues, 
 And shining with the argent light of dews, 
 Shall for a season be our place of rest. 
 
 To a Child. 
 
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 October Fourteenth 
 The poor too often turn away unheard 
 From hearts that shut against them with a 
 
 sound 
 That will be heard in heaven. Pray, tell me 
 
 more 
 Of your adversities. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 October Fifteenth 
 Now if my act be good, as I believe, 
 It cannot be recalled. It is already 
 Sealed 1 up in heaven, as a good deed accom- 
 plished. The Golden Legend. 
 
 October Sixteenth 
 But the good deed through the ages 
 Living in historic pages, 
 Brighter grows and gleams immortal, 
 Unconsumed by moth or rust. 
 
 The Norman Baron. 
 
 October Seventeenth 
 Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown ! 
 Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token, 
 That teaches me, when seeming most alone, 
 Friends are around us, though no word be 
 spoken. Dedication. 
 
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 October Eighteenth 
 It was Autumn, and incessant 
 
 Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, 
 And, like living coals, the apples 
 
 Burned among the withering leaves. 
 
 Pegasus m Pound. 
 October Nineteenth 
 Blessing the farms through all thy vast do- 
 main, 
 Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended 
 So long beneath the heavens' o'erhanging eaves, 
 Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers at- 
 tended ; 
 Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves ; 
 And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, 
 Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden 
 leaves ! Autumn. 
 
 October Twentieth 
 But hark ! the bells are beginning to chime ; 
 For the bells themselves are the best of preach- 
 ers, 
 Their brazen lips are learned teachers, 
 From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air, 
 Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, 
 Shriller than trumpets under the Law, 
 Now a sermon and now a prayer. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
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 October Twenty-first 
 The clangorous hammer is the tongue, 
 This way, that way, beaten and swung, 
 And above it the great cross-beam of wood 
 Representeth the Holy Rood, 
 Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung. 
 And the» wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung 
 Is the mind of man, that round and round 
 Sways, and maketh the tongue to sound ! 
 And the rope, with, its twisted cordage three, 
 Denoteth the- Scriptural Trinity 
 Of Morals, and Symbols, and History; 
 And the upward and downward motions show 
 That we touch upon matters high and low. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 October Twenty-second 
 And, loving still these quaint old themes, 
 
 Even in the city's throng 
 I feel the freshness of the streams, 
 That, crossed by shades and sunny gleams, 
 Water the green land of dreams, 
 
 The holy land of song. Prelude. 
 
 October Twenty-third 
 
 All dear recollections 
 Pressed in my heart, like flowers within a book. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
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 October Twenty-fourth 
 Let me review the scene, 
 And summon from the shadowy Past 
 The forms that once have been. 
 
 A Gleam of Sunshine. 
 
 October Twenty-fifth 
 Walking here, in twilight, O my friends ! 
 
 I hear your voices, softened by the distance, 
 And pause, and turn to listen, as each sends 
 His words of friendship, comfort, and assist- 
 ance. Dedication. 
 
 October Twenty-sixth 
 There is no light in earth or heaven, 
 
 But the cold light of stars ; 
 And the first watch of night is given 
 To the red planet Mars. 
 
 The Light of Stars. 
 
 October Twenty-seventh 
 
 I am the minister of Mars, 
 The strongest star among the stars ! 
 
 My songs of power prelude 
 The march and battle of man's life, 
 And for the suffering and the strife, 
 I give him Fortitude ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 October Twenty-eighth 
 
 When thou smilest, my beloved, 
 Then my troubled heart is brightened 
 As in sunshine gleam the ripples 
 That the cold wind makes in rivers. 
 
 The- Song- of Hiawatha. 
 
 October Twenty-ninth 
 
 My life, alas ! is what thou seest ! 
 
 O enviable fate! to be 
 
 Strong, beautiful, and armed like thee 
 
 With lyre and sword, with song and steel ; 
 
 A hand to smite, a heart to feel ! 
 
 Thy heart, thy hand, thy lyre, thy sword, 
 
 Thou givest all unto thy Lord ! 
 
 While I, so mean and abject grown, 
 
 Am thinking of myself alone. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 October Thirtieth 
 
 Filled rs Life's goblet to the brim ; 
 And though my eyes with tears are dim, 
 I see its sparkling bubbles swim, 
 And chant a melancholy hymn 
 With solemn voice and slow. 
 
 The Goblet of Life. 
 
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 October Thirty-first 
 
 Come, read to me some poem, 
 Some simple and heartfelt lay, 
 
 That shall soothe this restless feeling, 
 And banish the thoughts of day. 
 
 Such songs have power to quiet 
 
 The restless pulse of care, 
 And come like the benediction 
 
 That follows after prayer. 
 
 And the night shall be filled with music, 
 And the cares, that infest the day, 
 
 Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, 
 And as silently steal away. 
 
 The Day is Done. 
 
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 NOVEMBER 
 
 November First 
 
 With a sober gladness the old year takes up 
 His bright inheritance or golden fruits. 
 
 Autumn. 
 
 November Second 
 
 This is the forest primeval. The murmuring 
 pines and the hemlocks, 
 
 Bearded with moss, and in garments green, in- 
 distinct in the twilight, 
 
 Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and 
 prophetic, 
 
 Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest 
 on their bosoms. 
 
 Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced 
 neighboring ocean 
 
 Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the 
 wail of the forest. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
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 November Third 
 
 All the air was full of f reshness, 
 
 All the earth was bright and joyous. 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 November Fourth 
 
 Between the dark and the daylight, 
 When the night is beginning to lower, 
 
 Comes a pause in the day's occupations, 
 That is known as the Children's Hour. 
 
 I hear in the chamber above me 
 
 The patter of little feet, 
 The sound of a door that is opened, 
 
 And voices soft and sweet. 
 
 The Children 's Hour. 
 
 November Fifth 
 
 In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine, 
 In your thoughts the brooklet's flow, 
 
 But in mine is the wind of Autumn, 
 And the first fall of the snow. 
 
 Children. 
 
 November Sixth 
 
 Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst 
 picked up a horseshoe. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
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 November Seventh 
 Maiden ! with the meek, brown eyes 
 In whose orbs a shadow lies 
 Like the dusk in evening skies ! 
 
 Thou whose locks outshine the sun, 
 Golden tresses, wreathed in one, 
 As the braided streamlets run ! 
 
 Standing, with reluctant feet, 
 Where the brook and river meet, 
 Womanhood and childhood fleet! 
 
 Maidenhood. 
 
 November Eighth 
 More hearts are breaking in this world of ours 
 Than one would say. In distant villages 
 And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted 
 The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage 
 Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, 
 And grow in silence, and in silence perish. 
 Who hears the falling of the forest leaf? 
 Or who takes note of every flower that dies? 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 November Ninth 
 There is no wound Christ cannot heal ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 November Tenth 
 
 What I most prize in woman 
 Is her affections, not her intellect! 
 The intellect is finite; but the affections 
 Are infinite, and cannot be exhausted. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 November Eleventh 
 
 But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and 
 eloquent language, 
 
 Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of 
 his rival, 
 
 Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes over- 
 running with laughter, 
 
 Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you 
 speak for yourself, John?" 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 November Twelfth 
 But Hope no longer 
 Comforts my soul. I am a wretched man, 
 Much like a poor and shipwrecked mariner, 
 Who, struggling to climb up into the boat, 
 Has both his bruised and bleeding hands cut off, 
 And sinks again into the weltering sea, 
 Helpless and hopeless ! 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
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 November Thirteenth 
 All around him was calm, but within him com- 
 motion and conflict, 
 Love contending with friendship, and self with 
 each generous impulse. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 
 November Fourteenth 
 As unto the bow the cord is, 
 So unto the man is woman: 
 Though she bends him, she obeys him, 
 Though she draws him, yet she follows, 
 Useless each without the other ! 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
 
 November Fifteenth 
 It has been truly said by some wise man, 
 That money, grief, and love cannot be hidden. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
 November Sixteenth 
 The Planet Mercury, whose place 
 Is nearest to the sun in space, 
 
 Is my allotted sphere! 
 And with celestial ardour swift 
 I fc ?ar upon my hands the gift 
 
 Of heavenly Prudence here! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 November Seventeenth 
 My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; 
 It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
 My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, 
 But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, 
 And the days are dark and dreary. 
 
 The Rainy Day. 
 
 November Eighteenth 
 The day is done ; and slowly from the scene 
 The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, 
 And puts them back into his golden quiver ! 
 Below me in the valley, deep and green 
 As goblets are, from which in thirsty draughts 
 We drink its wine, the swift and mantling river 
 Flows on triumphant through these lovely re- 
 gions, 
 Etched with the shadows of its sombre margent, 
 And soft, reflected clouds of gold and argent ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 November Nineteenth 
 This goblet, wrought with curious art, 
 Is filled with waters, that upstart, 
 When the deep fountains of the heart, 
 By strong convulsions rent apart, 
 Are running all to waste. 
 
 The Goblet of Life. 
 
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 November Twentieth 
 Now be strong, be strong, my heart ! 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 November Twenty-first 
 Even as rivulets twain, from distant and sep- 
 arate sources, 
 Rush together at last, at their trysting-place 
 
 in the forest; 
 So these lives that had run thus far in separate 
 
 channels, 
 Coming in sight of each other, then swerving 
 
 and flowing asunder, 
 Parted by barriers strong, but drawing nearer 
 
 and nearer, 
 Rushed together at last, and one was lost in 
 the other. 
 
 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 
 November Twenty-second 
 Thus it is our daughters leave us, 
 Those we love, and those who love us ! 
 Just when they have learned to help us, 
 When we are old and lean upon them, 
 Comes a youth with flaunting feathers, 
 Beckons to the fairest maiden, 
 And she follows where he leads her, 
 Leaving all things for the stranger ! 
 
 The Song of Hiawatha. 
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 November Twenty-third 
 
 In life's delight, in death's dismay, 
 In storm and sunshine, night and day, 
 In health, in sickness, in decay, 
 Here and hereafter, I am thine ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 November Twenty-fourth 
 
 Love is the root of creation ; God's essence ; 
 
 worlds without number 
 Lie in His bosom like children. 
 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 November Twenty-fifth 
 
 O beauty of holiness, 
 Of self-f orgetf ulness, of lowliness ! 
 O power of meekness, 
 Whose very gentleness and weakness 
 Are like the yielding, but irresistible air ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 November Twenty-sixth 
 
 Good night ! Good night, beloved ! 
 
 I come to watch o'er thee ! 
 To be near thee, — to be near thee, 
 
 Alone is peace for me. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 
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 November Twenty-seventh 
 Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, 
 
 In Fancy's misty light, 
 Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam 
 Portentous through the night. 
 
 The Beleaguered City. 
 November Twenty-eighth 
 They come, the shapes of joy and woe, 
 The airy crowds of long ago, 
 The dreams and fancies known of yore, 
 They have been, and shall be no more. 
 They change the cloisters of the night 
 Into a garden of delight ; 
 They make the dark and dreary hours 
 Open and blossom into flowers ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 November Twenty-ninth 
 Into the Silent Land! 
 To you, ye boundless regions 
 Of all perfections ! Tender morning visions 
 Of beauteous souls ! The Future's pledge and 
 
 band 
 Who in Life's battle firm doth stand, 
 Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms 
 Into the Silent Land ! 
 
 Song of the Silent Land. 
 
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 November Thirtieth 
 
 The life which is, and that which is to come, 
 
 Suspended hang in such nice equipoise 
 
 A breath disturbs the balance ; and that scale 
 
 In which we throw our hearts preponderates, 
 
 And the other, like an empty one, flies up, 
 
 And is accounted vanity and air ! 
 
 To me the thought of death is terrible, 
 
 Having such hold on life. To thee it is not 
 
 So much even as the lifting of a latch; 
 
 Only a step into the open air 
 
 Out of a tent already luminous 
 
 With light that shines through its transparent 
 
 walls. 
 O pure in heart ! from thy sweet dust shall grow 
 Lilies, upon whose petals will be written 
 "Ave Maria" in characters of gold ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 DECEMBER 
 
 December First 
 
 Onward its course the present keeps, 
 Onward the constant current sweeps, 
 Till life is done ; 
 
 And, did we judge of time aright, 
 The past and future in their flight 
 Would be as one. 
 
 Coplas de M antique. 
 
 December Second 
 
 Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care, 
 Thou didst seek after me, — that thou didst wait, 
 Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate, 
 And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? 
 O strange delusion ! — that I did not greet 
 Thy blest approach, and O, to Heaven how 
 
 lost, 
 If my ingratitude's unkindly frost 
 Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. 
 
 To-morrow. 
 
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 December Third 
 
 With reverent feet the earth he trod, 
 Nor banished nature from his plan, 
 But studied still with deep research 
 To build the Universal Church, 
 Lofty as is the love of God, 
 And ample as the wants of man. 
 
 The Wayside Inn. 
 
 December Fourth 
 
 Out of the bosom of the Air, 
 
 Out of the cloud-folds of her garments 
 shaken, 
 Over the woodlands brown and bare 
 
 Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 
 
 Silent, and soft, and slow 
 
 Descends the snow. Snow-flakes. 
 
 December Fifth 
 
 Shrilly the skater's iron rings, 
 And voices fill the woodland side. 
 
 Alas ! how changed from the fair scene, 
 When birds sang out their mellow lay, 
 
 And winds were soft, and woods were green, 
 And the song ceased not with the day. 
 
 Woods in Winter, 
 
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 December Sixth 
 If justice rules the universe, 
 From the good actions of good men 
 Angels of light should be begotten, 
 And thus the balance restored again. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 December Seventh 
 Were half the power, that fills the world with 
 
 terror, 
 Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and 
 
 courts, 
 Given to redeem the human mind from error, 
 There were no need of arsenals nor forts. 
 
 The Arsenal at Springfield. 
 December Eighth 
 God is not dead ; nor doth He sleep 
 The wrong shall fail, 
 The right prevail, 
 With peace on earth, good-will to men ! 
 
 Christmas Bells. 
 
 December Ninth 
 Leafless are the trees ; their purple branches 
 Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral. 
 
 Rising silent 
 In the Red Sea of the Winter sunset. 
 
 The Golden Mile-stone. 
 
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 December Tenth 
 
 O my Lord! 
 Would I could leave behind me upon earth 
 Some monument to Thy glory ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 December Eleventh 
 And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud 
 Throws o'er the sea a floating bridge of light, 
 Across whose trembling planks our fancies 
 crowd 
 Into the realm of mystery and night, — 
 
 So from the world of spirits there descends 
 A bridge of light, connecting it with this, 
 O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and 
 bends, 
 Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss. 
 
 Haunted Houses. 
 December Twelfth 
 And the friendships old and the early loves 
 Come back with a sabbath sound, as of doves 
 In quiet neighborhoods. 
 
 And the verse of that sweet old song, 
 It flutters and murmurs still : 
 "A boy's will is the wind's will, 
 And the thoughts of youth are long, long 
 thoughts." My Lost Youth. 
 
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 December Thirteenth 
 Above the darksome sea of death 
 Looms the great life that is to be, 
 A land of cloud and mystery, 
 A dim mirage, with shapes of men 
 Long dead, and passed beyond our ken. 
 Awe-struck we gaze, and hold our breath 
 Till the fair pageant vanisheth, 
 Leaving us in perplexity, 
 And doubtful whether it has been 
 A vision of the world unseen, 
 Or a bright image of our own 
 Against the sky in vapors thrown. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 December Fourteenth 
 I do not fear, I have a heart 
 In whose strength I can trust. 
 
 The Spanish Student. 
 December Fifteenth 
 O Land ! O Land ! 
 For all the broken-hearted 
 The mildest herald by our fate allotted, 
 Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand 
 To lead us with a gentle hand 
 Into the land of the great Departed, 
 Into the Silent Land ! 
 
 Song of the Silent Land. 
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 December Sixteenth 
 There is no flock, however watched and tended, 
 
 But one dead lamb is there ! 
 There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, 
 But has one vacant chair ! 
 
 Resignation. 
 December Seventeenth 
 Ye children, does Death e'er alarm you? 
 Death is the brother of Love, twin-brother is he, 
 
 and is only 
 More austere to behold. With a kiss upon lips 
 
 that are fading 
 Takes he the soul and departs, and rocked in 
 
 the arms of affection, 
 Places the ransomed child, new born, 'fore the 
 face of its father. 
 The Children of the Lord's Supper. 
 
 December Eighteenth 
 I am the Angel of the Sun, 
 Whose flaming wheels began to run 
 
 When God's almighty breath 
 Said to the darkness and the Nisrht, 
 Let there be light ! and there was light ! 
 I bring the gift of Faith. 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
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 December Nineteenth 
 
 We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; 
 
 Amid these earthly damps, 
 What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers 
 
 May be heaven's distant lamps. 
 
 Resignation. 
 
 December Twentieth 
 
 Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall 
 
 of the forest, 
 Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. 
 
 On the river 
 Fell here and there through the branches a 
 
 tremulous gleam of the moonlight, 
 Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened 
 
 and devious spirit. 
 
 Evangeline. 
 
 December Twenty-first 
 
 I am the Angel of the Moon, 
 Darkened, to be rekindled soon 
 
 Beneath the azure cope! 
 Nearest to earth, it is my ray 
 That best illumes the midnight way, 
 
 I bring the gift of Hope! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
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 December Twenty-second 
 
 The Planet Jupiter is mine ! 
 The mightiest star of all that shine, 
   Except the sun alone! 
 He is the High Priest of the Dove, 
 And sends, from his great throne above, 
 Justice, that shall atone ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 December Twenty-third 
 As a pilgrim to the Holy City 
 Walks unmolested, and with thoughts of pardon 
 Occupied wholly, so would I approach 
 The gates of Heaven, in this great jubilee, 
 With my petition, putting off from me 
 All thoughts of earth, as shoes from off my 
 feet. The Golden Legend. 
 
 December Twenty-fourth 
 Shepherds at the grange, 
 Where the Babe was born, 
 Sang, with many a change, 
 
 Christmas carols until morn. 
 Let us by the fire 
 Ever higher 
 
 Sing them till the night expire! 
 
 A Christmas Carol. 
 
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 December Twenty-fifth 
 Hail to thee, Christ of Christendom! 
 O'er all the earth thy kingdom come ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 December Twenty-sixth 
 I heard the bells on Christmas Day 
 Their old, familiar carols play, 
 And wild and sweet 
 The words repeat 
 Of "Peace on earth, good-will to men." 
 
 Christmas Bells. 
 
 December Twenty-seventh 
 By what astrology of fear or hope 
 Dare I to cast thy horoscope ! 
 Like the new moon thy life appears ; 
 A little strip of silver light, 
 And widening outward into night 
 The shadowy disk of future years : 
 And yet upon its outer rim, 
 A luminous circle, faint and dim, 
 And scarcely visible to us here. 
 Rounds and completes the perfect sphere; 
 A prophecy and intimation, 
 A pale and feeble adumbration, 
 Of the great world of light, that lies 
 Behind all human destinies. To a Child. 
 
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 December Twenty-eighth 
 Wassail for the kingly stranger 
 Born and cradled in a manger ! 
 King, like David, priest, like Aaron, 
 Christ is born to set us free! 
 
 The Norman Baron. 
 
 December Twenty-ninth 
 Alas ! our memories may retrace 
 Each circumstance of time and place, 
 Season and scene come back again, 
 And outward things unchanged remain ; 
 The rest we cannot reinstate ; 
 Ourselves we cannot re-create, 
 Nor set our souls to the same key 
 Of the remembered harmony ! 
 
 The Golden Legend. 
 
 December Thirtieth 
 
 Down the dark future, through long genera- 
 tions, 
 The echoing sounds grow fainter and then 
 cease ; 
 And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, 
 I hear once more the voice of Christ say, 
 "Peace!" 
 
 The Arsenal at Spring-field. 
 
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 December Thirty-first 
 Thus the Seer, 
 With vision clear, 
 Sees forms appear and disappear, 
 In the perpetual round of strange, 
 Mysterious change 
 
 From birth to death, from death to birth, 
 From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth ; 
 
 Till glimpses more sublime 
 
 Of things, unseen before, 
 
 Unto his wondering eyes reveal 
 
 The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel 
 
 Turning for evermore 
 
 In the rapid and rushing river of Time. 
 
 Rain in Summer. 
 
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