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Helen Hunt Jackson

"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead."

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"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead."

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"Do not forget you mother, when she is old."

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"Children see beauty in everything."

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"You can become a model of a perfect man or a devoted husband and a father in order to show the role of the a man's responsibility for the family."

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"Do not refuse to help your own relatives."

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"A man's work is from sun to sun but a mother's work is never done."

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"Mothers care in volumes of tears and earnestness of prayers and a depth of emotion others cannot fathom."

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"Children are great observers."

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"Never sever ties with a family member you once loved. Each of you might be on different spiritual paths, but both trails are leading you home."

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"You are evidence of your mother's strength, especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless she has always maintained her sanity."

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"He described how, as a boy of 14, his dad had been down the mining pit, his uncle had been down the pit, his brother had been down the pit, and of course he would go down the pit."

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Helen Hunt Jackson
"As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it."

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Helen Hunt Jackson
"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead."

Family

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Helen Hunt Jackson
"I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod."

Seasons

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Helen Hunt Jackson
"When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery."

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"The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down."

Slavery

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"There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride."

Defence

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"But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood."

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"O month when they who love must love and wed."

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"If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful."

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"Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand."

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