Quotes from Margaret Junkin Preston

O Nature, gracious mother of us all, Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye That seeks and waits.

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!

'Tis the motive exalts the action, 'Tis the doing, and not the deed.

God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed!

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.