To ask me is in vain; Mary Howitt More Quotes by Mary Howitt More Quotes From Mary Howitt He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower. Mary Howitt flower power For visions come not to polluted eyes. Mary Howitt wise-words vision eye God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race - to enlarge our hearts; and to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathies and affection; to give our shoulds higher aims; to call out all our faculties to extended enterprise and exertion and to bring round our firesides bright faces, happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts. My soul blesses the great Father, every day, that he has gladdened the earth with little children Mary Howitt heart father children The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow. Mary Howitt strong blow sea Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours. Mary Howitt flower men peace Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy. Mary Howitt spiders spy deception Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine. Mary Howitt knees mother night Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea. Mary Howitt flags sea home I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self in face and limb, And father's heart is strong in him. Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands, For father on the threshold stands. Mary Howitt strong baby children True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things. Mary Howitt humanity heart beautiful Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, Mary Howitt flower summer lying When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what joy to walk at will, Upon the golden harvest-hill! Mary Howitt autumn white joy God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections. Mary Howitt race heart children Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile. Mary Howitt cheer rain children Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name. Mary Howitt flower names heart Buttercups and daisies, Mary Howitt flower spring tree
