“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.” ChildrenHandsLostFlowerSummerSilentPaleArrowsFrostFading Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.” ChildrenNightEternityCease Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.” ChildrenPrayerWiseKeysParadise Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
