A child's eyes, those clear, wells of undefiled thought - what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! The… — 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
