Quote #3

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.

More from Helen Hunt Jackson

  1. Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days: I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways. I know each day will bring its task,…
  2. Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun.
  3. All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.
  4. The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!

All Helen Hunt Jackson quotes