| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Helen (Fiske) Hunt Jackson. (18301885) |
| | | 7681 | All lost things are in the angels keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love. |
| At last. |
| 7682 | Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days: I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways. I know each day will bring its task, And being blind no more I ask. |
| Spinning. |
| 7683 | On the kings gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his fathers stead. |
| Coronation. |
| 7684 | Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun. |
| A last Prayer. |
| 7685 | The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May! |
| May. |
| | | Edward Robert, Earl of Lytton (Owen Meredith) Bulwer-Lytton. (18311891) |
| | | 7686 | The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one is nt loved every day. |
| Changes. |
| 7687 | We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man can not live without cooks.
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