We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and i… - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and i…
- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin… - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin…
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.
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