OCTOBER NINTH
Child of the wavy locks, and brow of light—
Then be thy conscience pure as thy face is bright
Mrs. Browning
OCTOBER TENTH
The thankful captive of maternal bonds.
Wordsworth
OCTOBER ELEVENTH
The mother should consider herself as the child's
sun, a changeless and ever radiant world, whither
the small restless creature, quick at tears and
laughter, light, fickle, passionate, full of storms, may
come for fresh stores of light, warmth and electricity,
of calm and courage.
Amiel
OCTOBER TWELFTH
When grace is given us ever to behold
A child some sweet months old,
Love, laying across our lips his finger, saith,
Smiling with bated breath,
"Hush, for the holiest thing that lives is here,
And Heaven's own heart how near!"
Swinburne
OCTOBER THIRTEENTH
Sweet as the early song of birds,
I heard those first delightful words,
"Thou hast a child."
Hood