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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

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

“For love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Men