As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey More Quotes by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey More Quotes From Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey bells melting red ...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey hush sun morning To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey feelings morning night
