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Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,
Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands,
Silent above the flowers, her children lost,
Slain by the arrows of the early frost.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

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Notes from Wikiquote

In the earlier version, the third line is: "Mute o'er the faded flowers, her children lost" (Poems, 1852, p. 31).

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We love in others what we lack ourselves,
And would be every thing but what we are.

Children are the keys of Paradise.
… They alone are good and wise,
Because their thoughts, their very lives, are prayer.

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There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.

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Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears,
Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

Silence is the speech of love,
The music of the spheres above.

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