Quote #5
The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!
More from Helen Hunt Jackson
- 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.
- 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.
- 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,…
- All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.