JULY THIRTIETH
Reading edition
Samuel Rogers born 1763.
Thomas Gray died 1771.
W. T. Adams (Oliver Optic) born 1822.
Prince Bismarck died 1898.
Sit down, sad soul, and count The moments flying; Come, tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing! How many smiles?—a score? Then laugh, and count no more; For day is dying. Lie down sad soul, and sleep, And no more measure The flight of time, nor weep The loss of leisure; But here by this lone stream, Lie down with us, and dream Of starry treasure. Bryan Waller Procter.
The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is. Grief will not carry you one step into real nature; grief can teach me nothing.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Leave off, ye simple ones, and live; And walk in the way of understanding. —Proverbs 9. 6.
God of love, may I come quickly to thee, when I am in need of protection and sympathy. Guard me against sorrow that is drawn from the imagination. May I not allow grief to drag me into misery, but with strength and courage may I find happiness in thy daily will. Amen.