
NOVEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH
Be this thy brazen bulwark of defense, to preserve a conscience void of offense, and never turn pale with guilt.
—Horace.
Is life a noxious weed which whirlwinds sow?
A useless flint o'er which the waters flow?
Not so!
A life well spent has not its weight in gold;
It is the clearest crystal earth doth hold,
A gem beside which suns seem dull and cold.
—Robert Louis Stevenson.
That they may lay hold on the life which is life indeed.
—1 Timothy 6. 19.
Lord God, I pray that my life may not be impoverished by neglect, nor burdened with indulgences, but that it may be kept in condition for high endeavors. Grant that I may never be content to rest in satisfaction and ease when I could struggle and accomplish a good work. Amen.