Whether Rich Or Poor, A Home Is

Thou Hastenest Down Between The Hills To Meet Me At The Road, The Secret Scarcely Lisping Of Thy Beautiful Abode Among The Pines And Mosses Of Yonder Shadowy Height, Where Thou Dost Sparkle Into Song, And Fill The Woods With Light.

Tailor's Work--the Finishing Of Men's Outside Garments--was The "trade" Learned Most Frequently By Women In [the 1820s And 1830s],and One Or More Of My Older Sisters Worked At It; I Think It Must Have Been At Home, For I Somehow Or Somewhere Got The Idea, While I Was A Small Child, That The Chief End Of Woman Was To Make Clothing For Mankind.

That Larger Vision Is Certain To Make Clear The Value In Our Own Lives Of Service To Others.

It Is One Of The Most Beautiful Facts In This Human Existence Of Ours, That We Remember The Earliest And Freshest Part Of It Most Vividly. Doubtless It Was Meant That Our Childhood Should Live On In Us Forever.

I Believe The Best Poetry Of Our Times Is Growing Too Artistic; The Study Is Too Visible. If Freedom And Naturalness Are Lost Out Of Poetry, Everything Worth Having Is Lost.