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Margaret Junkin Preston

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Margaret Junkin Preston (1820–1897) was an American poet and author remembered for espousing the Confederacy in her poems. Quotes Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core. "Agnes", line 25, in Cartoons (Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1875), p. 206. [T]he pure memories givenTo help our joy on earth, when earth is past,Shall help our joy in heaven! "In the Hereafter", Stanza 13, in For Love's Sake: Poems of Faith and Comfort (New York: Anson D. F. Randolph and Company, 1886), p. 36. With guilt's defilement stained without, within,How can I hope Thy cleansing grace to win?—Because Thou saidst, "I have forgiven thy sin." "Questionings", Stanza 3, in For Love's Sake: Poems of Faith and Comfort (New York: Anson D. F. Randolph and Company, 1886), p. 38 Old Song and New (1870) Old Song and New. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott & Co., 1870 White as the blossoms which the almond-tree,Above its bald and leafless branches bears. "The Royal Preacher", Stanza 5, p. 67. The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed. "Rhodope's Sandal", line 6, p. 94. Pain is no longer pain when it is past. "Nature's Lesson", line 1, p. 260. Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations, Prose and Poetical (1917) Quotes reported in: Forty Thousand Quotations, Prose and Poetical, ed. Charles Noel Douglas Her smile was prodigal of summery shine,—Gaily persistent,—like a morn in JuneThat laughs away the clouds, and up and downGoes making merry with the ripening grain,That slowly ripples,—its bent head drooped down,With golden secret of the sheathèd seed. In the vale beneath the hillThe evening’s growing purple strengthens. O Nature, gracious mother of us all,Within thy bosom myriad secrets lieWhich thou surrenderest to the patient eyeThat seeks and waits. The pure memories givenTo help our joy on earth, when earth is past,Shall help our joy in heaven. Whoso lives the holiest lifeIs fittest far to die. External links Beechenbrook e-text Category:1897 deaths Category:Poets from the United States Category:People from Pennsylvania Category:19th-century poets from the United States