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The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Age: 54 †
Born: 1830
Born: October 15
Died: 1885
Died: September 12
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Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.
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Who longest waits most surely wins.
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Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.
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O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!
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Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
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Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.
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If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.
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Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
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On the king's gate the moss grew grayThe king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father's stead.
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I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.
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The new is older than the old And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought.
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O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams than under ice. June could not hire Her roses to forego the strength they learn In sleeping on thy breast.
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When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
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One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, A little less time than you want. That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.
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Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
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Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.
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Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.
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Great loves, to the last, have pulses red All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
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The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!
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O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!
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