| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. (18381912) |
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| 1 | I knowyet my arms are empty, That fondly folded seven, And the mother heart within me Is almost starved for heaven. |
| Are the Children at Home. |
| 2 | Never yet was a springtime, Late though lingered the snow, That the sap stirred not at the whisper Of the southwind, sweet and low; Never yet was a springtime When the buds forgot to blow. |
| Awakening. |
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