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.

Wisely improve the present, it is thine.

Hyperion-Book 4, chap. 7.

February 20.

Labour with what zeal we will,

Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.

Something left undone.

She was so thrifty and good that her name passed

into a proverb.

The Courtship of Miles Standish-8.

February 21.

All are Architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time :
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.

The Builders.

The voices of the present say-Come!
But the voices of the past say-Wait!

Hyperion-Book 1, chap. 8

February 20.

February 21.

The dawn is not distant,
Nor is the night starless;
Love is eternal!

God is still God, and

His faith shall not fail, as

Christ is eternal !

The Wayside Inn-Nun of Nidaros.

February 23.

66 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!"

Hiawatha-10.

February 24.

And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell like a falling star,
"Excelsior!"

Nothing hinders me, or daunts me.

Excelsior.

The Wayside Inn-Saga of King Olaf, 5.

February 23.

February 24

"Tell me, shall these things be according to my desires?

And the mysterious future, interpreted by those desires, replied-"Soon thou shalt know all. It shall be well with thee."

February 26.

Kavanagh-Chap. 25.

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 !

The Wayside Inn-Interlude, the Theologian's Tale.
February 27.

All the hearts of men were softened

By the pathos of his music:

For he sang of peace and freedom;
Sang of beauty, love, and longing;
Sang of death and life undying,
In the Islands of the Blessed.

Like the river, swift and clear,

Hiawatha-6.

Flows his song through many a heart.

Oliver Basselin.