A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . hee, Helper of the World !I think this is the authentic sign and sealOf Godship, that it ever waxes glad,And more glad, until gladness blossoms, bursts,Into a rage to suffer for mankind,And recommence at sorrow. browning. [60] FEBRUARYTwenty-ninth Day SWEET right of bashful maiden And yet I wish, I wish with all my heartThat you may have your wish, in whole, and notin part. I waud that my swain were no sa bashfu* ! Icanna speak wi my tongue, but Ill let my twaeen speak for me, and then if Jamie luve me hecanna but tell me so. OLD SCOTCH ST
A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . hee, Helper of the World !I think this is the authentic sign and sealOf Godship, that it ever waxes glad,And more glad, until gladness blossoms, bursts,Into a rage to suffer for mankind,And recommence at sorrow. browning. [60] FEBRUARYTwenty-ninth Day SWEET right of bashful maiden And yet I wish, I wish with all my heartThat you may have your wish, in whole, and notin part. I waud that my swain were no sa bashfu* ! Icanna speak wi my tongue, but Ill let my twaeen speak for me, and then if Jamie luve me hecanna but tell me so. OLD SCOTCH STORY. When love is in the heart as a controlling emotion,it does not always need to be told in words. Itspeaks in the eyes, in the smile, in the tone of thevoice. It says as plainly as words can say, ^ Youare my joy and inspiration, my comfort and long for your love, and I freely give you mine. If bashful swains forget their maid, the wide world over, But wishes she might speak her mind,And win her own true lover?[6i]. L MARCHFirst Day ISTEN, youll hear the first robins of and success to you — thats what theysing. The icy reign of winter is broken. All natureputs forth a more vigorous growth to-day. Thebrooks have broken their long sleep, and are run-ning a merry race through the hills and and there a bird-note calls to us. There isuniversal rejoicing that the long winter is the gladness of Spring-time enter your heart,and as the ice and snow melt away from the hill-side, so may all hardness melt from your life andthe tender buds of happiness push up their shootsto greet the sunshine of heaven. And may therealways be bird-songs in your heart. [62]
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