Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
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
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
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
O Nature, gracious mother of us all, Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye That seeks and waits.
The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed. - Margaret Junkin Preston
The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past. - 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
But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!
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