35 Quotes by Phoebe Cary

For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in.

There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood's house.

Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith!

For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.

For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister's locks That are hid in the dust from sight.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.

And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!