Julia C. R. Dorr Quotes

Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments grey, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life’s latest sands are its sands of gold!