The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.

There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.

Gentleness is the great point to be obtained in the study of manners.

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.