And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night. See image Julia Caroline Dorr
No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her. See image Julia Caroline Dorr
Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold! See image Julia Caroline Dorr