July 16

Rest in the Lord, wait patiently for Him.

O H, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west,

And I said in underbreath,—All our life is mixed with death,

And who knoweth which is best?

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness—

Round our restlessness, His rest.

ELIZA- BETH BARRETT BROWN- ING

SELF AND PENITENCE