Quote#Love
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths
Quote byLucy Larcom · 1824–1893
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1869), Introductory poem..
English (original)
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since love is deathless. Pleasure now nor pride Is theirs in mortal wise, but hallowing thoughts Will meet the offering, of so little worth, Wanting the benison death has made divine.
— Lucy Larcom
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Earth is suffused, inhabited by heaven.
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