Great Throughts Treasury

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Phoebe Cary

American Poet and younger sister of poet Alice Cary

"Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage."

"Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart."

"You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies."

"Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life’s inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the human heart can bear. Father, perfect my trust; Let my spirit feel in death That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith! For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus’ sake. For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister’s locks That are hid in the dust from sight. No thought within her bosom stirs, But wakes some feeling dark and dread; God keep thee from a doom like hers, Of living when the hopes are dead. O years, gone down into the past, What pleasant memories come to me Of your untroubled days of peace, And hours almost of ecstasy. There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm. Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage."

"O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood''s house."

"Let your hands and your conscience Be honest and clean; Scorn to touch or to think of The thing that is mean."

"Give plenty of what is given to you, and listen to pity's call; don't think the little you give is great and the much you get is small."

"One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before."

"And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'."

"Father, perfect my trust; let my spirit feel in death that her feet are firmly set on the rock of a living faith!"

"All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today."

"Her washing ended with the day, yet lived she at its close, and passed the long, long night away in darning ragged hose. But when the sun in all its state illumed the Eastern skies, she passed about the kitchen grate and went to making pies."

"One sweetly solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er; I'm nearer to my home today than I've ever been before; nearer my Father's house, where the many mansions be; nearer the great white throne, nearer the jasper sea; nearer the bound of life, where I lay my burden down; nearer leaving my cross; nearer wearing my crown!"

"Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!""