God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed! — Margaret Junkin Preston Copy Share Image
But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie! — Margaret Junkin Preston Copy Share Image
O Nature, gracious mother of us all, Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye That seeks and waits. — Margaret Junkin Preston Copy Share Image
God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband… — Margaret Junkin Preston Copy Share Image
