Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before. — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before. — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child? — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, --… — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
A child's eyes, those clear, wells of undefiled thought - what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they… — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but… — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a… — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay. — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave. — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace. — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like… — Caroline Norton Copy Share Image
