JANUARY FIFTEENTH
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Molière born 1622.
Dr. Samuel Parr born 1747.
Edward Everett died 1865.
The sun withholds his generous beam; Athwart my soul the shadows stream; The weird winds boisterously blow, And drift the melancholy snow. When I, in sorrow and despair, Expect the storm, with tender care He rends the clouds and through the blue The glorious sun breaks forth anew. —M. B. S.
So with the wan waste grasses on my spear, I ride forever seeking after God. My hair grows whiter than my thistle plume And all my limbs are loose; but in my eyes The star of an unconquerable praise; For in my soul one hope forever sings, That at the next white corner of the road My eyes may look on Him. —G. K. Chesterton.
He brought me forth also into a large place; He delivered me, because he delighted in me. —Psalm 18. 19.
Loving Father, if I may be discouraged to-day, strengthen my faith. May I not weary of waiting for thee, but trust in thy promises. Amen.