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Sing a song of summ
zmer-time, meadows sweet with clover, Bees with honey freighted and the poppies all aflame. Every bird that dips and darts sings it o'er and over.
Seems to fill me, thrill me with the magic of a name.
Sing a song of loving-time, fleecy clouds a-drifting, Shadow chasing shadow where the waving grain is
stirred. Everywhere the buttercups their chalices uplifting, All my heart is dancing to the music of a word.
DAVID H. MOREHEAD.
Our Heavenly Father, hear us as we pray in sheer gladness on this wonderful day of Thy summertime. Forgive us for the depressed wintry thoughts which from time to time have come upon us and have made us unworthy to be called Thy children. So fill us with bird-music and the homelier joy of ripening grain that the memory of Thy bounty in the material sphere will, when our souls are sad, serve to remind us how richly Thou dost give to the sphere of the spirit. Thou hast said it: “Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge." Amen.
H. S. CONANT.
Be Strong: for in this world of toil are loads to bear
And hourly tasks, which take the strength of brain
With days of cloud, and foes to fight, for all who dare; While shelt'ring love alone can shield the weak
Be Kind: for on life's road are brothers wounded sore,
Stripped by the robber-hands of sharp adversity, Who need the smile of friends, the words of cheer
The helping hand which lifts the load in sympathy.
Father of Light and Life, we thank Thee for the gladness of the morning. We are grateful for the tasks that demand our powers, for the trials that awaken us to the need of Thy care, and the blessing of Thy love and Thy strength. We thank Thee, Father of mercy, that Thou dost teach us kindness and forbearance, that by lightening the load of others, we lighten our own, that by rolling the stone from out the path of weary feet, we smooth our own pathway, that by cheering discouraged souls with our morning gladness and hope, we lift up our own souls to Thee, the Giver of all joy, the Inspirer of all hope. Amen.
EDWARD MITCHELL BARNEY.
Be still and know that I am God.
This is my Father's world.
I rest in the thought
His hands the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world.
The birds their carols raise,
Maltbie D. BABCOCK.
Our Father in Heaven, with joy inspeakable we would recognize a Father's world. In the morning light we would reflect the shining of Thy face. In spite of hate and war, we believe Thou art upon the throne of peace and that it is our portion to stand for the Kingdom of our Lord. Give us grace to rest, even in the midst of activity, to be still and know that Thou art God, to believe that peace and good will shall triumph in our Father's world and to contribute this day's mite toward the consummation of Thy Kingdom. Amen.
ROBERT A. BRYANT.
I saw a lad
- a beautiful lad
When the cavalry troop marched by,
Where might his country be,
And the brave from oversea.
Thus did the lad reply
And a patriot there am I.”
Whom loyally you obey ?”
And he never says me nay.”
do as you like in your Land of Love, Where every man is free?” “Nay, we do as we love,” replied the lad, And his smile fell full on me.
God of nations, we thank Thee for the patriotic impulse through which we hail and salute the flag. But we thank Thee yet more for that all embracing love by which we see in every man a brother. Help us, O Lord, at once to keep our pride in our country's home and to keep alive our hope for the welfare of all the world. So may passion die, and love prevail. Amen.
GEORGE L. PERIN.
'Tis an easy thing, if you want to know
Don't dream, but do!
You may worry one God's grinding Laws,
Our Father, we bless Thee for the message of field and wood and sea. Help us, great God of love, to go forth in newness of life, to share the moods of summer mornings, that as we wander afield, we may learn to know Thee better. Give unto us, we pray Thee, ability to read and wisdom to interpret Thy word as it is written in the book of Nature. And grant that we may so possess the mind of Christ as to see in growing thing and living creature the assurance of our Father's love. Amen.
JAMES A. JENKINS.