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 DorrAspirations pure and high —Strength to do and to endure —Heir of all the Ages, I —Lo! I am no longer poor!
Julia Caroline DorrWhat dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day,That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet?
Julia Caroline DorrAspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor!
Julia Caroline DorrThe buttercups, bright-eyed and bold, Held up their chalices of gold To catch the sunshine and the dew.
Julia Caroline Dorr