John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster 1838-1912 John Bartlett
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I know—yet my arms are empty, That fondly folded seven, And the mother heart within me Is almost starved for heaven. |
Are the Children at Home. |
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Never yet was a springtime, Late though lingered the snow, That the sap stirred not at the whisper Of the southwind, sweet and low; Never yet was a springtime When the buds forgot to blow. |
Awakening. |