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.
Helen Hunt JacksonThe woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.
Helen Hunt JacksonGreat loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Helen Hunt JacksonMotherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Helen Hunt Jackson