OCTOBER FOURTEENTH
And a pretty boy was their best hope, next to the
God in heaven.
Wordsworth
OCTOBER FIFTEENTH
The child soul is an ever bubbling fountain in the
world of humanity.
Froebel
OCTOBER SIXTEENTH
Beware that he weepest, for the great throne of
God keeps trembling when the orphan weeps.
Sa'di
OCTOBER SEVENTEENTH
One thing yet there is, that none
Hearing, ere its chime be done,
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun,
Hoped in heaven hereafter;
Soft and strong and loud and light,
Very sound of very light,
Heard from morning's rosiest height
When the soul of all delight
Fills a child's clear laughter.
Swinburne
OCTOBER EIGHTEENTH
Ere thought lift up thy flower-soft lids to see
What life and love on earth
Bring thee for gifts at birth,
But none so good as thine, who hast given us thee.
Swinburne