
 NOVEMBER SIXTEENTH 
  Judge not the workings of his brain
 And of his heart thou canst not see;
 What looks to thy dim eyes a stain
 In God's pure light may only be
 A scar, brought from some well-won field,
 Where thou would'st only faint and yield.
 And judge none lost; but wait and see,
 With hopeful pity, not disdain;
 The depth of the abyss may be
 The measure of the height of pain
 And love and glory that may raise
 The soul to God in after days!
 --Adelaide A. Procter.
  
 I am more afraid of deserving criticism, than of receiving it. 
 --William Gladstone.
  
 Judge not, that ye be not judged. 
 --Matthew 7.1.
  
 Lord Jehovah, judge of all mankind, forbid that I should set myself as a judge of another's life, and neglect to live for the higher judgment of my own. May I not be absorbed in that which thrives in darkness, but live in the light of honesty and gentleness. Amen.