O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind. - Helen Hunt Jackson 1 Share Now -
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand. - Helen Hunt Jackson 3 Share Now -
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life. - Helen Hunt Jackson 4 Share Now -
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it. - Helen Hunt Jackson 6 Share Now -
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful. - Helen Hunt Jackson 7 Share Now -
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. - Helen Hunt Jackson 8 Share Now -
