As on the father's care-worn cheek

The ringlets of his child;

The golden mingling with the gray,

And stealing half its snows away.

Holmes

JULY NINETEENTH

There's one angel belongs to you on earth and

that's your mother.

Auerbach

JULY TWENTIETH

Love that lives and stands up recreated,

Then when life has ebbed and anguish fled,

Love more strong than death or all things fated,

Child's and mother's, lit by love and led.

Swinburne

JULY TWENTY-FIRST

Let us live with our children; so shall their lives

bring peace and joy to us; so shall we begin to be

and to become wise.

Froebel

JULY TWENTY-SECOND

And thou, my boy, that silent at my knee,

Dost lift to mine thy soft, dark, earnest eyes,

Filled with the love of childhood, which I see,

Pure through its depths, a thing without disguise.

Hemans

JULY TWENTY-THIRD