For Hearts Where Wakened Love

When Our Thoughts Are Born, Though They Be Good And Humble, One Should Mind How They Are Reared, Or Some Will Go Astray And Shame Their Mother.

Children Bring Their Own Love With Them When They Come.

When I Remember Something Which I Had, But Which Is Gone, And I Must Do Without, I Sometimes Wonder How I Can Be Glad, Even In Cowslip Time When Hedges Sprout; It Makes Me Sigh To Think On It,--but Yet My Days Will Not Be Better Days, Should I Forget.

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.