John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr 1825-1913 John Bartlett
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| O golden Silence, bid our souls be still, And on the foolish fretting of our care Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware! |
| Silence. |
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| Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm. |
| Darkness. |