Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down? Eliza Cook More Quotes by Eliza Cook More Quotes From Eliza Cook How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart. Eliza Cook memory start heart sweet There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam. Eliza Cook break land home heart Who would not rather trust and be deceived? Eliza Cook rather who trust deceived Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man. Eliza Cook make good man language
