A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning! — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune. — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
If a woman is not fit to manage the internal matters of a house, she is fit for nothing, and should never be put… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
Since the foundation of the world man has had nearly all the forces on his side, working with him and for him; his intellect has been stimulated, while that of woman has been abased; he has had the run of the world and all quickening and brightening things, while she has sat in the cinders, and until of late been… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping Trills… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
I am the one rich thing that morn Leaves for the ardent noon to win; Grasp me not, I have a thorn, But bend… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
