FEBRUARY TWENTY-SIXTH
A kiss when the day is over,
A kiss when the day begins,
My mamma's as full of kisses
As a nurse is full of pins.
Selected
FEBRUARY TWENTY-SEVENTH
The child-heart is so strange a little thing,
So mild, so timorously shy and small,
When grown-up hearts throb, it goes scampering
Behind the wall, nor dares peer out at all!
It is the veriest mouse
That hides in any house!
So wild a thing is any child-heart!
James Whitcomb Riley
From "A Child World." Copyright, 1897. Used by special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
FEBRUARY TWENTY-EIGHTH
Out of the dark, sweet sleep
Where no dreams laugh or weep,
Borne through the bright gates of birth
Into the dim sweet light
Where day still dreams of night,
While heaven takes form on earth.
Swinburne
FEBRUARY TWENTY-NINTH
For what are all our contrivings
And the wisdom of all our books
When compared with your caresses
And the gladness of your looks.
Longfellow
MARCH