In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life… — Sophie Swetchine Evaporation Copy Share Image
Virtue is the daughter of Religion; Repentance, her adopted child,--a poor orphan who, without the asylum which she offers, would not know… — Sophie Swetchine Adopted Copy Share Image
Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old… — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
