|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Frances Anne Kemble.|
| What shall I do with all the days and hours|
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
| Maids must be wives and mothers to fulfil|
The entire and holiest end of womans being.
| Womans Heart.|
| A sacred burden is this life ye bear:|
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.
Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
| Lines addressed to the Young Gentleman leaving the Lenox Academy, Mass.|
| Better trust all, and be deceived,|
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart, that if believed
Had blessed ones life with true believing.
| Youth, with swift feet walks onward in the way;|
The land of joy lies all before his eyes;
Age, stumbling, lingers slowly day by day,
Still looking back, for it behind him lies.