FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH
Reading edition
Saint Valentine's Day.
Captain James Cook killed 1779.
Jean Ernest Reynaud born 1808.
Oh! little loveliest lady mine, What shall I send for your valentine? Summer and flowers are far away; Gloomy old Winter is king to-day; Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine: What shall I do for a valentine? I've searched the gardens all through and through For a bud to tell of my love so true; But buds are asleep and blossoms are dead, And the snow beats down on my poor little head: So, little loveliest lady mine, Here is my heart for your valentine. —Laura E. Richards.
Oh rank is gold, and gold is fair, And high and low mate ill; But love has never known a law Beyond its own sweet will! —John G. Whittier.
Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God.
—1 John 4. 7.
Loving Father, may I not fall to nodding in the balmy air of luxury and miss the messages of love. Arouse me, that I may give and take in the treasures of love as they come my way, and that they may not pass unnoticed. Amen.