The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God. — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes, These things… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way. — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past. — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part. — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
Father, show me how to praise Thee When I seek Thy courts to-day; Guide me by Thy love, and raise me -- Let me… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world,… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth,… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
There are women to whom nature has granted the gift of silent emotion. They have mobile faces, changeful eyes, soft lips, which express joy… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
