A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . ugh dim recesses Groping its the moon answers In silver of joy reaches thee,What thy pain teaches thee That do thou teach. DANSKE DANDRIDGE. [90 M MARCHThirty-first Day AY you have sweet memories and sunnyprospects. How closely associated are prospect and retro-spect. It is through happy memories that wefind ourselves wishing for the renewal of oldfriendships and old associations. Just as the per-fume from a rose jar arouses through its aromaticodor thoughts of roses in a garden yet to be, sodoes a fragrant memory awaken thoughts
A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . ugh dim recesses Groping its the moon answers In silver of joy reaches thee,What thy pain teaches thee That do thou teach. DANSKE DANDRIDGE. [90 M MARCHThirty-first Day AY you have sweet memories and sunnyprospects. How closely associated are prospect and retro-spect. It is through happy memories that wefind ourselves wishing for the renewal of oldfriendships and old associations. Just as the per-fume from a rose jar arouses through its aromaticodor thoughts of roses in a garden yet to be, sodoes a fragrant memory awaken thoughts of arenewed love and a sweeter joy, in lifes June-times yet to be. The two thoughts blend soclosely that no one can tell where the one endsand the other begins. A bird sang sweet and strongIn the top of the highest tree : He said, I pour out my heart in songFor the summer that soon shall be ! But deep in the shady wood, Another bird sang, I pourMy heart on the solemn soUtude, For the springs that return no more. GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.[92]. H^^e l-lpal- 3oel-l7 porl-l7 and weepeH^,^?•i/^V seed of 3race i n sorrow bringin3, ^ Laden wi^t7 1713 sl7eaves of glory, doub+less shall rel-urn wihl^ singing. 8 ^^Vm^j 1 * ^ wzsk you all the joy thai you canj^^^j^ 1 wish — Shakspeare. ^H APRILFirst Day LET every passing season bringA garland fresh and new,Let blue-eyed violets, clusteringAbout your feet, proclaim the Spring,And wreaths of hawthorn softly flingTheir petals over you. How many close-folded buds are awaiting theirblooming time ! April is the month of day brings with it a new surprise and afresh delight. The year has not yet gained theserene poise of Spring-time ; often April looksback with longing for her boisterous play-fellowMarch, and a sudden gust of tears chases thesmiles from her face. But the tears will growmore rare and the smiles more frequent. So mayit be with you as life opens out into its spring-time. [93] APRILSecond Day BEATING winds or shining
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