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