And another and another, and faster and

faster,

Till, dimpling to blindness, the wide water

rolled.

October Sixteenth.

Shall I find aught new
In the old and dear,
In the good and true,
With the changing year?

October Seventeenth.

Our fig-tree that leaned for the saltness, has

furled

Her five fingers,

Each leaf like a hand opened wide to the

world,

Where there lingers

No glint of the gold Summer sent for her

sake.

Calm years, exacting their accompt

Of pain, mature the mind.

October Nineteenth.

Could I but live again,

Twice my life over,

Would I once strive again?

Would I not cover

Quietly all of it

Greed and ambition

So, from the pall of it,

Pass to fruition?

October Twentieth.

Good to forgive:

Best to forget!

Living we fret,

Dying we live.

October Twenty-first.

For oh, this world and the wrong it does!

October Twenty-second.

Her life had many a hope and aim,
Duties enough and little cares;

And now was quiet, now astir,

Till God's hand beckoned unawares

And the sweet white brow is all of her.

Because a man has shop to mind

In time and place, since flesh must live,
Needs spirit lack all life behind,

All stray thoughts, fancies fugitive,

All loves except what trade can give?

October Twenty-fifth.

But-shop each day and all day long!
Friend, your good angel slept, your star

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Suffered eclipse, fate did you wrong!

From where these sorts of treasures are,

There should our hearts be-Christ how far!

October Twenty-sixth.

Is not God now i' the world His power first

made?

Is not His love at issue still with sin

Visibly when a wrong is done on earth?

October Twenty-seventh.

Well, well, we fathers can but care but cast Our bread upon the waters!