O month when they who love must love and wed.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
Author: 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.
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.
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro I will be thankful.
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro I will be thankful.
As soon as I began it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning and I cannot help it.
As soon as I began it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning and I cannot help it.
O sweet delusive Noon Which the morning climbs to find O moment sped too soon And morning left behind.
O sweet delusive Noon Which the morning climbs to find O moment sped too soon And morning left behind.
Motherhood is priced Of God at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Motherhood is priced Of God at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
When love is at its best one loves so much that he cannot forget.
When love is at its best one loves so much that he cannot forget.