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The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Helen Hunt Jackson
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
Helen Hunt Jackson
When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
Helen Hunt Jackson
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
Helen Hunt Jackson
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Helen Hunt Jackson
There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.
Helen Hunt Jackson
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
Helen Hunt Jackson
I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
Helen Hunt Jackson
O month when they who love must love and wed.
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Love has a tide!
Helen Hunt Jackson
The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!
Helen Hunt Jackson
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Helen Hunt Jackson
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
Helen Hunt Jackson
There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.
Helen Hunt Jackson
When on the ground red apples lie there in piles like jewels shining And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbines twining.
Helen Hunt Jackson
And every bird I ever knew Back and forth in the summer flew; And breezes wafted over me The scent of every flower and tree: Till I forgot the pain and gloom And silence of my darkened room.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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