A Mother's Year Book

by Unknown

SEPTEMBER

SEPTEMBER FIRST

Preserve him from the bad teacher, for

the unfortunate and road-lost one will make

him as himself.

Sa'di

SEPTEMBER SECOND

All unkissed by innocent beauty,

All unloved by guileless heart,

All uncheered by sweetest duty,

Childless man how poor thou art!

Tupper

SEPTEMBER THIRD

We cannot measure the need

Of even the tiniest flower,

Nor check the flow of the golden sands

That run through a single hour.

But the morning dew must fall

And the sun and the summer rain

Must do their part, and perform it all

Over and over again.

Josephine Pollard

SEPTEMBER FOURTH

When you stood up in the house

With your little childish feet,

And, in touching life's first shows,

First the touch of love did meet.

Mrs. Browning

SEPTEMBER FIFTH