Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave. Caroline Norton More Quotes by Caroline Norton More Quotes From Caroline Norton Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child? Caroline Norton famous-inspirational joy children A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace. Caroline Norton publicity suffering facts I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs. Caroline Norton asks rights Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be born will not be denied or interfered with. Caroline Norton unmarried born mother A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thoughtwhat on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. Caroline Norton hope beautiful children For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Caroline Norton life-and-death gone world Until I truly loved, I was alone. Caroline Norton loner love Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder? Caroline Norton abortion practice children A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away. Caroline Norton nursing tears soldier We have been friends together Caroline Norton true-friend best-friend friendship God made all pleasures innocent. Caroline Norton innocent pleasure made Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before. Caroline Norton lasts feet past Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay. Caroline Norton lays values poet O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams. Caroline Norton twilight dream running A child's eyes, those clear, wells of undefiled thought - what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! The man who never tried the companionship of a little child has carelessly passed by one of the great pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it or knowing its value Caroline Norton prayer beautiful children I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old. Caroline Norton voice heard listening They serve God well, who serve his creatures. Caroline Norton serving-god wells creatures We have been friends together in sunshine and in shade. Caroline Norton
