So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey More Quotes by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey More Quotes From Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Men die but sorrow never dies. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey diessorrowmen Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey painsoulheart Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart! Sarah Chauncey Woolsey threeeasterearth Now the last red ray is gone; Sarah Chauncey Woolsey raysshadowtwilight Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey errorsyesterday We ring the bells and we raise the strain Sarah Chauncey Woolsey bellsgarlandschristmas 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 ministryeach-dayway Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey laughterflowersong Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey springsongsweet True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey objectsselfishlove-is Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey innocenceforgivenessdone The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey fiercestrongwind In the deep shadow of the porch Sarah Chauncey Woolsey swingsweedspring Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey drywallwings Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey greeneyesecret The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days! Sarah Chauncey Woolsey best-loveautumnlovers All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey summerspringlying Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey new-beginningsrecoveryaddiction Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey flowerrosenight ... And God, who studies each separate soul, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey soulbeautifulreligion
