The 74+ Lucy Larcom Quotes

Religion Is Life Inspired By Heavenly Love; And Life Is Something Fresh And Cheerful And Vigorous.

A Drop Of Water, If It Could Write Out Its Own History, Would Explain The Universe To Us.

June Falls Asleep Upon Her Bier Of Flowers; In Vain Are Dewdrops Sprinkled O'er Her, In Vain Would Fond Winds Fan Her Back To Life, Her Hours Are Numbered On The Floral Dial.

Life Hangs As Nothing In The Scale Against Dear Liberty!

Those Who Plant Trees Plant Hope.

Thou Hastenest Down Between The Hills To Meet Me At The Road, The Secret Scarcely Lisping Of Thy Beautiful Abode Among The Pines And Mosses Of Yonder Shadowy Height, Where Thou Dost Sparkle Into Song, And Fill The Woods With Light.

That Larger Vision Is Certain To Make Clear The Value In Our Own Lives Of Service To Others.

A Friend Is A Beloved Mystery; Dearest Always Because He Is Not Ourself, And Has Something In Him Which It Is Impossible For Us To Fathom. If It Were Not So, Friendship Would Lose Its Chief Zest.

My 'must-have' Was Poetry. From The First, Life Meant That To Me. And, Fortunately, Poetry Is Not Purchasable Material, But An Atmosphere In Which Every Life May Expand. I Found It Everywhere About Me.

The First Real Unhappiness I Remember To Have Felt Was When Some One Told Me, One Day, That I Did Not Love God. I Insisted, Almost Tearfully, That I Did; But I Was Told That If I Did Truly Love Him I Should Always Be Good. I Knew I Was Not That, And The Feeling Of Sudden Orphanage Came Over Me Like A Bewildering Cloud.

Canst Thou Prophesy, Thou Little Tree, What The Glory Of Thy Boughs Shall Be?

The Children With The Streamlets Sing, When April Stops At Last Her Weeping; And Every Happy Growing Thing Laughs Like A Babe Just Roused From Sleeping.