“Who soweth good seed shall surely reap The year grows rich as it groweth old And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!”
Julia Dorr“Who soweth good seed shall surely reap The year grows rich as it groweth old And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!”
Julia Dorr“Grass grows at last above all graves.”
Julia Dorr“Stars will blossom in the darkness Violets bloom beneath the snow.”
Julia Dorr“O golden Silence bid our souls be still and on the foolish fretting of our care lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!”
Julia Dorr