Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.

- Julia Caroline Dorr

Grass grows at last above all graves.

- Julia Caroline Dorr

Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.

- Julia Caroline Dorr

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance …

- Julia Caroline Dorr

April's rare capricious loveliness.

- Julia Caroline Dorr

Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet?

- Julia Caroline Dorr

Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.

- Julia Caroline Dorr

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!

- Julia Caroline Dorr

No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her.

- Julia Caroline Dorr