Quotes from Felicia Hemans

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.

The stately Homes of England,How beautiful they stand!Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land.

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

life's best balm - Forgetfulness!

A band of exiles moored their barkOn a wild New England shore.

The breaking waves dashed highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods, against a stormy sky,Their giant branches tossed.

The stately homes of England!How beautiful they stand,Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land!

The boy stood on the burning deck,Whence all but he had fled.

Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

Alas! for love, if thou art all, And nought beyond, O earth.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.

There's beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it 'midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!