JULY 31 
Myrtle 
Love . 
Love knoweth every form of air. 
And every shape of earth; 
And comes, unbidden, everywhere. 
Like thought’s mysterious birth. 
JL f. Willis. 
A subtle, unbound power, 
That slips the soul from its prison fair 
And makes it buoyant and lighter than air. 
p. ji. t. 
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours 
For one lone soul another lonely soul, 
Each chasing each through all the weary hours, 
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal. 
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, 
Into one beautiful and perfect whole; 
And life’s long night is ended, and the way 
Lies open onward to eternal day. 
j^DWIN ^RNOLD, 
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