O Nature, gracious mother of us all, Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye That seeks and waits.

- Margaret Junkin Preston

God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed!

- Margaret Junkin Preston

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!

- Margaret Junkin Preston

The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.

- Margaret Junkin Preston

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

- Margaret Junkin Preston