Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
To hallow'd duty Here with a loyal and heroic heart, Bind we our lives. — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild. — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
An exile, ill in heart and frame,-- A wanderer, weary of the way;-- A stranger, without love's sweet claim On any heart, go where… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
Labor! all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy. — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will. — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may hide, Trust me you'll find a heart of truth Within that rough outside. — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
