Quotes from Jean Ingelow

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.

I am athirst for God, the living God.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And shame their mother.

It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

There is but halting for the wearied foot; The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed; One stronger far than reason mastered her. It is not reason makes faith hard, but life.

A birthday:-and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

we wish for more in life rather than more of it.

I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered

Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.

Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire.