Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew. Julia Caroline Dorr More Quotes by Julia Caroline Dorr More Quotes From Julia Caroline Dorr And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night. Julia Caroline Dorr light prayer night No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her. Julia Caroline Dorr mother may children Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine. Julia Caroline Dorr woods dark children Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow. Julia Caroline Dorr stars darkness snow Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Julia Caroline Dorr queens beautiful sweet Grass grows at last above all graves. Julia Caroline Dorr lasts grief hope April's rare capricious loveliness. Julia Caroline Dorr capricious april spring Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor! Julia Caroline Dorr heirs poverty age 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! Julia Caroline Dorr age inspirational years
