expect the day is about to dawn, some messengers go up to the highest point to watch; and when they see the first streak of day, they put on their brightest possible apparel, and embrace each other and say, "Behold the sun." The cry goes all around the land, "Behold the sun." We see signs and wonders being done through Jesus. And as we see the dawning of the light in almost every nation under heaven, let us cry out to every human soul, "Behold the sun." (Text.)
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DAYBREAK
The poem found below, by P. Habberton Fulham, in London Outlook, gives a striking figure that would well symbolize a human experience in passing from a season of darkness and trouble into one of joy and light:
As some great captain, ere the morn be red,
Might watch his tired ranks sleeping in the dew,
Linger a moment, with some sense of rue,
Then bid réveillé sound o'er quick and dead—
So the loth sun-god leaves his cloudy bed,
Then, swift the heavy hangings striding through,
Bids the dawn's silver bugles sound anew,
His golden banners streaming overhead—
Like camp-fire smoke the mist of morning stirs,
Like strewed arms seem the dewy glistenings,
And, as that shining clarion peals on high,
Up spring the trees like bright-faced warriors,
Behind him each his cloak of shadow flings,
And one great shout of color shakes the sky! (Text.)
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DAY BY DAY LIVING
These words found in the Church Advocate are by Adelaide A. Proctor:
Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
So each day begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown and holy,
When each gem is set with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passing hours despond;
Nor, thy daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, God's token,
Reaching heaven; but, one by one,
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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DAY-BY-DAY VIRTUES
The prayer contained in these verses, by Ethelwyn Wetherald, is a good one for everybody to offer:
For strength we ask
For the ten thousand times repeated task,
The endless smallnesses of every day.
No, not to lay
My life down in the cause I cherish most,
That were too easy. But whate'er it cost,
To fail no more
In gentleness toward the ungentle, nor
In love toward the unlovely, and to give
Each day I live,
To every hour with outstretched hand its meed
Of not-to-be-regretted thought or deed.
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DAY, THE BASKET OF THE
Priscilla Leonard is the author of these lines found in the Pittsburg Christian Advocate:
Into the basket of thy day
Put each thing good and each thing gay
That thou canst find along thy way.
Neglect no joy, however small,
And it shall verily befall
Thy day can scarcely hold them all.
Within the basket of thy day
Let nothing evil find its way,
And let no frets and worries stay.
So shall each day be brave and fair,
Holding of joy its happy share,
And finding blessings everywhere.
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