NOVEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH

In your hearts are the birds and sunshine,

In your thoughts, the brooklet's flow.

Longfellow

NOVEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTH

No flower bells that expand and shrink

Gleam half so heavenly sweet,

As shine, on life's untrodden brink,

A baby's feet.

Swinburne

NOVEMBER TWENTY-NINTH

St. Augustine said finely: "A marriage without

children is the world without the sun."

Luther

NOVEMBER THIRTIETH

The child, the seed, the grain of corn,

The acorn on the hill,

Each for some separate end is born

In season fit, and still

Each must in strength arise to work the Almighty will.

Robert Louis Stevenson

DECEMBER

DECEMBER FIRST