SUNDAY
Lie still and rest, in that serene repose That on this holy morning comes to those Who have been burdened with the cares which make The sad heart weary and the tired head ache.
Lie still and rest -
God's day of all is best.
MONDAY
Awake! arise! Cast off thy drowsy dreams!
Red in the East, behold the Morning gleams.
"As Monday goes, so goes the week," dames say.
Refreshed, renewed, use well the initial day.
And see! thy neighbour Already seeks his labour.
TUESDAY
Another morning's banners are unfurled -
Another day looks smiling on the world.
It holds new laurels for thy soul to win;Mar not its grace by slothfulness or sin, Nor sad, away, Send it to yesterday.
WEDNESDAY
Half-way unto the end--the week's high noon.
The morning hours do speed away so soon!
And, when the noon is reached, however bright, Instinctively we look toward the night.
The glow is lost Once the meridian cross'd.
THURSDAY
So well the week has sped, hast thou a friend, Go spend an hour in converse. It will lend New beauty to thy labours and thy life To pause a little sometimes in the strife.
Toil soon seems rude That has no interlude.
FRIDAY
From feasts abstain; be temperate, and pray;Fast if thou wilt; and yet, throughout the day, Neglect no labour and no duty shirk:
Not many hours are left thee for thy work -And it were meet That all should be complete.
SATURDAY
Now with the almost finished task make haste.
So near the night thou hast no time to waste.
Post up accounts, and let thy Soul's eyes look For flaws and errors in Life's ledger-book.
When labours cease, How sweet the sense of peace!
