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

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

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

Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.

- 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

And yet we check and chide The airy angels as they float about us, With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow The same tame slaves to custom and …

- Frances Sargent Osgood

With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure

- 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