AUGUST 31 
Pimpernel ... Mirih . 
While her laugh, full of life, without any control 
But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul, 
And where it most sparkled, no glance could discover, 
In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brightened all over. 
Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon, 
When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun. 
JvIoore. 
The bird that soars on highest wing 
Builds on the ground her lowly nest; 
And she that doth most sweetly sing, 
Sings in the shade when all things rest. 
The saint that wears heaven’s brightest crown, 
In deepest adoration bends; 
The weight of glory bows him down, 
Then most, when most his soul ascends; 
Nearer the Throne itself must be 
The foot-sloot of humility. 
pEORGE JlEnBERT. 
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