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Quotes by Lucy Larcom
Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height, Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.— filed under Brooks
Goldenrod. Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow- I thank Him for the Goldenrod.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
The children with the streamlets sing, When April stops at last her weeping; And every happy growing thing Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.— filed under Months-April
When April steps aside for May, Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten; Fresh violets open every day: To some new bird each hour we listen.— filed under Months-May
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.— filed under Months-June
The land is dearer for the sea, The ocean for the shore.— filed under Ocean
All flowers of Spring are not May's own; The crocus cannot often kiss her; The snow-drop, ere she comes, has flown:- The earliest violets always miss her.— filed under Sculpture