Sarah Doudney Quotes

And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.

But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all.

If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way.

The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.

Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.