Quotes from Julia Caroline Dorr

No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her.

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.

Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor!