January Fourth. At noonday, in the bustle of man's work time, Greet the unseen with a cheer. Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive." Cry, "Speed, fight on, fare ever There as here." January Fifth. Go forward, face new times, the better day. January Sixth. No, when the fight begins within himself, his head Satan looks up between his feet-both tugHe's left, i' the middle: the soul wakes and grows. Prolong that battle through his life. Never leave growing till the world to come. Is-not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be,-but, finding first What may be, then how to make it fair Up to our means: a very different thing. January Tenth. The beginning shall suffice; The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life. January Eleventh. And be it a mad dream or God's very breath The fact 's the same,-belief's fire, once in us, Makes of all else mere stuff to show itself: We penetrate our life with such a glow As fire lends to wood and iron. January Fifteenth. Fool! All that is at all Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God Stand sure! January Sixteenth. Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the creator-the end what began? January Seventeenth. 'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but What man would do! |