- Dumb Fate whispers in no man's ear his coming doom;
- Each thinks--"not I--not I."
DINAH CRAIK, "Looking Death in the Face"
He who in God lives, liveth evermore.
DINAH CRAIK, "Living: After a Death"
- What small account
- The All-living seems to take of this thin flame
- Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast
- Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad
- Of these our puny tapers are blown out
- Forever.
DINAH CRAIK, "Looking Death in the Face"
- Free, open-eyed,
- We rush like bridegrooms to Death's grisly arms:
- Surely the very longing for that clasp
- Proves us immortal. Immortality
- Alone could teach this mortal how to die.
- Perhaps, war is but Heaven's great ploughshare, driven
- Over the barren, fallow earthly fields,
- Preparing them for harvest; rooting up
- Grass, weeds, and flowers, which necessary fall,
- That in these furrows the wise Husbandman
- May drop celestial seed.
DINAH CRAIK, "Looking Death in the Face"
- O blest one hour like this! to rise
- And see grief's shadows backward roll;
- While bursts on unaccustomed eyes
- The glad Aurora of the soul.
DINA CRAIK, "An Aurora Borealis"
- O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen!
- Bare long after the rest are green;
- But as time steals onwards, while none perceives
- Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.
DINAH CRAIK, "The Mulberry-Tree"
Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people -- as may be noticed of most young children -- does truth, this rigid, literal veracity, come by nature. To many, even who love it and prize it dearly in others, it comes only after the self-control, watchfulness, and bitter experience of years.
DINAH CRAIK, A Woman's Thoughts About Women
A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
DINAH CRAIK, Magnus and Morna
No virtue ever was founded on a lie. The truth, then, at all risks and costs -- the truth from the beginning.
DINAH CRAIK, A Woman's Thoughts About Women
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