Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet? — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet? — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it… — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its… — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor! — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold! — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
