“O ye whose years unfolding fair Are fresh with youth, and free from care, Should vice and indolence desire The garden of your souls to hire, No parleys hold-reject the suit, Nor let one seed the soil pollute. My child their first approach beware, With firmness break the insidious snare, Lest as the acorns grew and throve Into a sun-encircled grove, Thy sins, a dark o'ershadowing tree Shut out the light of Heaven from thee.” ShouldYearsFirstsChildrenSoulLightCareDesireHeavenDarkSinBreakSunTreeYouthGrewApproachFairsGardenVicesSeedsSuitsTheeYour SoulMy ChildrenSoilRejectsUnfoldingIndolenceInsidiousSnaresFirmnessGroveAcorns Author:Lydia Sigourney
“Figure to yourself what the year would sustain were the spring taken away: such a loss do they sustain who trifle in youth.” YearsLossTakenFiguresYouthSpringTrifles Book:Letters to young ladies Source: Letters to young ladies
“Youth would be too happy, might it add to its own beauty and felicity the wisdom and experience of riper years. Were it possible for it to realize the worth of time, as life's receding hours reveal it, how rapidly would it press on towards perfection!” YearsMightWould BeRealizingHoursYouthPerfectionPressesAddFelicityWisdom And Experience Author:Lydia Sigourney
