Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Quotes & Sayings

All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow... and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs
and that is all. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Men die but sorrow never dies. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

This pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red ... — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days! — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago
Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet,
Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet,
And golden locks in breezy play,
Half teasing and half tender, to repeat
Her song of May. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart! — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

We ring the bells and we raise the strain
We hang up garlands everywhere
And bid the tapers twinkle fair,
And feast and frolic - and then we go
Back to the same old lives again. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Now the last red ray is gone;
Now the twilight shadows hie. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

In the deep shadow of the porch
A slender bind-weed springs,
And climbs, like airy acrobat,
The trellises, and swings
And dances in the golden sun
In fairy loops and rings. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey