er is king to-day;
Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine:
What shall I do for a valentine?

I've searched the gardens all through and through
For a bud to tell of my love so true;
But buds are asleep and blossoms are dead,
And the snow beats down on my poor little head:
So, little loveliest lady mine,
Here is my heart for your valentine.

--Laura E. Richards.

Oh rank is gold, and gold is fair,
And high and low mate ill;
But love has never known a law
Beyond its own sweet will!

--John G. Whittier.

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God.

--1 John 4. 7.

Loving Father, may I not fall to nodding in the balmy air of luxury
and miss the messages of love. Arouse me, that I may give and take in
the treasures of love as they come my way, and that they may not pass
unnoticed. Amen.

FEBRUARY FIFTEENTH

Galileo Galilei born 1564.

Louis XV born 1710.

S. Weir Mitchell born 1829.

Sir Frederick Treves born 1853.

The night I know is nigh at hand,
The mists lie low on hill and bay,
The autumn sheaves are brown and dry,
But I have had the day.

Yes, I have had, dear Lord, the day.
When at thy call I have the night
Brief be the twilight as I pass
From light to dark, from dark to light.

--S. Weir Mitchell.

If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small--too
small to be worth talking about, for the day of adversity is its
first real opportunity.

--Maltbie Babcock.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him
that loved us.

--Romans 8. 37.

My Father, may my daily work not be the means of separating me from
thee, but may I have thee for my companion through my work. Forbid
that I should ever submit to despair from weakness of body, but that I
may be blest and grow strong as my spirit lives in thee. Amen.

FEBRUARY SIXTEENTH

Philip Melanchthon born 1497.

Gasper de Coligny born 1517.

Thomas Robert Malthus born 1766.

Ernst Heinrich Haeckel born 1834.

Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes
After its own life working. A child's kiss
Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad.
A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich;
A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong;
Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense
Of service which thou renderest.