Helen Hunt Jackson quotes
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell. Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell.
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
For April sobs while these are so glad, April weeps while these are so gay, - Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.
Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy into joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal - Friend, ahoy!
Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
I know the lands are lit,With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.
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