Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain …

- Frances Sargent Osgood

Love is the greatest of educators.

- Frances Sargent Osgood

Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from th…

- Frances Sargent Osgood

He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild.

- Frances Sargent Osgood

An exile, ill in heart and frame,-- A wanderer, weary of the way;-- A stranger, without love's sweet claim On any heart, go where I may!

- Frances Sargent Osgood

Better confide and be deceiv'd, A thousand times, by treacherous foes, Than once accuse the innocent, Or let suspicion mar repose.

- Frances Sargent Osgood

Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, …

- Frances Sargent Osgood

Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may hide, Trust me you'll find a heart of truth Within that rough outside.

- Frances Sargent Osgood

Labor! all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.

- Frances Sargent Osgood