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“Summer days are over,
Summer work is done;
Harvests have been gathered
Gayly one by one.
Now the feast is eaten,
Finished is the play;
But one rite remains for
Our Thanksgiving-day.

'Best of all the harvest
In the dear God's sight,
Are the happy children
In the home tonight;
And we come to offer
Thanks where thanks are due,
With grateful hearts and voices,
Father, mother, unto you.”
― Louisa May Allcott

“To you first entering on life, to whom care is new, and agony unknown, how can you understand what I have felt, and still feel?”
― Mary Shelley

“Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom! Cease; you know not what it is you say.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein: The 1818 Text

“Oh!  I will give my heart to God,” I said.  “You do not want it.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre