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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Margaret J. Preston

  • Her smile was prodigal of summery shine,—
  • Gaily persistent,—like a morn in June
  • That laughs away the clouds, and up and down
  • Goes making merry with the ripening grain,
  • That slowly ripples,—its bent head drooped down,
  • With golden secret of the sheathèd seed.
  • In the vale beneath the hill
  • The evening’s growing purple strengthens.
  • O Nature, gracious mother of us all,
  • Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie
  • Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye
  • That seeks and waits.
  • The pure memories given
  • To help our joy on earth, when earth is past,
  • Shall help our joy in heaven.
  • White as the blossoms which the almond tree,
  • Above its bald and leafless branches bears.
  • Whoso lives the holiest life
  • Is fittest far to die.
  • There is no to-morrow; though before our face the shadow named so stretches, we always fail to o’ertake it, hasten as we may.