AUGUST FOURTH
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Percy Bysshe Shelley born 1792.
Edward Irving born 1792.
Walter H. Pater born 1839.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear, If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever could come near. —Percy Bysshe Shelley.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, But in the teeth of clenched antagonisms To follow up the worthiest till he die. —Alfred Tennyson.
He suffered no man to do them wrong; Yea, he reproved kings for their sakes. —1 Chronicles 16. 21.
My Father, I bless thee for thy patience and forbearance. I pray that thou wilt forgive me for all the sorrow that I have made from rebellion and despair, and with thy forgiveness may I receive patience and cheerful courage. Amen.