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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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Helen Hunt Jackson
Age: 54 †
Born: 1830
Born: October 15
Died: 1885
Died: September 12
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Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson
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Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
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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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Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
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The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.
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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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