George Mason
October Third
What a brave splendour
Is in the October air! How rich and clear—
How life-full, and all joyous! We must render
Love to the Spring-time, with its sproutings tender,
As to a child quite dear—
But autumn is a noon, prolonged, of glory—
A manhood not yet hoary.
Philip Pendleton Cooke
October Fourth
At morn—at noon—at twilight dim—
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe—in good and ill—
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee!
Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
Edgar Allan Poe
October Fifth
Tormented sorely by the chastening rod,
I muttered to myself: “There is no God!”
But faithful friend, I found your soul so true,
That God revealed Himself in giving you.
Walter Malone
October Sixth