AUGUST TWENTIETH I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, A feeling of sadness and longing, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. The Day is Done AUGUST TWENTY-FIRST Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. The Day is Done AUGUST TWENTY-SECOND Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Every human heart is human, There are longings, yearnings, strivings Touch God's right hand in that darkness Listen to this simple story, The Song of Hiawatha AUGUST TWENTY-THIRD There he sang of Hiawatha, AUGUST TWENTY-FOURTH The Song of Hiawatha Hast thou e'er reflected How much lies hidden in that one word, now? AUGUST TWENTY-FIFTH The Spanish Student But that one deed of charity I'll do, Befall what may; they cannot take that from me. The Spanish Student AUGUST TWENTY-SIXTH Go, sin no more! Thy penance o'er, Go, sin no more! He will restore The Golden Legend AUGUST TWENTY-SEVENTH I stand without here in the porch, I hear the bell's melodious din, I hear the prayer, with words that scorch I hear the sermon upon sin, With threatenings of the last account. Reach me but as our dear Lord's Prayer, And as the Sermon on the Mount. AUGUST TWENTY-EIGHTH The reign of violence is o'er Interlude Interlude And he rushed into the wigwam, Lying dead and cold before him, That the forest moaned and shuddered, Shook and trembled with his anguish. The Song of Hiawatha AUGUST THIRTIETH "Farewell!" said he, "Minnehaha! The Song of Hiawatha AUGUST THIRTY-FIRST And the evening sun descending One long track and trail of splendor, Sailed into the fiery sunset, Sailed into the purple vapors, Sailed into the dusk of evening. The Song of Hiawatha |