|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. (18381912)|
| I knowyet my arms are empty,|
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.
| Are the Children at Home.|
| Never yet was a springtime,|
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the southwind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow.