A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . pillows fall,Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms;And mould it into heavenly forms. HOLMES. Every one is a sower of seed on the field of bright days of youth are the seed-time —the golden October days are days of you approach your lifes harvest may youglean only golden grain ! Go, dead summer, oer the seas away, Autumn at her vespers now will kneel and pray. Sunlit vapors on the mountains stray, Red grows the round moon — summer goes awayo ROSE TERRY COOKE.[245] That beauty still may live in thine or thee. Shakspeare. SEPTEMBERFir
A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . pillows fall,Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms;And mould it into heavenly forms. HOLMES. Every one is a sower of seed on the field of bright days of youth are the seed-time —the golden October days are days of you approach your lifes harvest may youglean only golden grain ! Go, dead summer, oer the seas away, Autumn at her vespers now will kneel and pray. Sunlit vapors on the mountains stray, Red grows the round moon — summer goes awayo ROSE TERRY COOKE.[245] That beauty still may live in thine or thee. Shakspeare. SEPTEMBERFirst Day B E of brave courage. Sing as you go, and let your songBe full of hope and gladness;Sing out your noblest, bravest thought,With neer a hint of sadness;Sing on and on and send the note Around the great world flying,Theres nothing makes the heart so lightAs bravely, grandly trying. And tell, oh, tell this lesson true :Faint hearts are happy never;And on the battle-field of lifeTis courage wins forever. MARTHA CAPPS OLIVER. [246].
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