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!
— Julia Caroline Dorr
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What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day,
That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet?
To-Day; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,
And on the foolish fretting of our care
Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
Aspirations pure and high —
Strength to do and to endure —
Heir of all the Ages, I —
Lo! I am no longer poor!
Grass grows at last above all graves.
Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm
For eyes grown weary of the garish day!
Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray,
Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm
The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.
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