Quotes from Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

... And God, who studies each separate soul, out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!

Men die but sorrow never dies.