Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its… — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Christ hath arisen! O mountain peaks, attest- Witness, resounding glen and torrent wave! The immortal courage in the human breast Sprung from that victory-tell… — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-Part of the brim was gone:Yet still I wore it on. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"? — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs? — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
