September 10

The servant is not greater than his Lord.

A I.L. the winter-time the wine gives joy To those who else were dismal in the cold;

But the vine standeth out amid the frost;

And after all, hath only this grace left,

That it endures in long, lone steadfastness

The winter through :—and next year blooms again;

Not bitter for the torment undergone,

Not barren for the fulness yielded up;

As fair and fruitful towards the sacrifice

As if no touch had ever come to it

But the soft airs of heaven and dews of earth ;—

And so fulfils itself in love once more.

HARRIET

ELEANOR

HAMILTON

KING

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