God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed! Margaret Junkin Preston More Quotes by Margaret Junkin Preston More Quotes From Margaret Junkin Preston But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie! Margaret Junkin Preston thanksgivingsweetlying O Nature, gracious mother of us all, Margaret Junkin Preston naturemotherlying Pain is no longer pain when it is past. Margaret Junkin Preston painpast The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed. Margaret Junkin Preston lotusestides
