O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,And on the foolish fretting of our careLay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
Silence, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balmFor eyes grown weary of the garish day!Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray,Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palmThe poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.Julia Caroline Dorr
Aspirations pure and high —Strength to do and to endure —Heir of all the Ages, I —Lo! I am no longer poor!Julia Caroline Dorr
What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day,That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet?Julia Caroline Dorr
Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor!Julia Caroline Dorr
The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold, Held up their chalices of gold To catch the sunshine and the dew.Julia Caroline Dorr