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Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean Ingelow -
I am athirst for God, the living God.
Jean Ingelow
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You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
Jean Ingelow -
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
Jean Ingelow -
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested.
Jean Ingelow -
Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread;The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said.
Jean Ingelow