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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Winter. (1836–1917) (continued)
    The golden time of Long Ago.
          I. H. Bromley.
    His love was like the liberal air,—
  Embracing all, to cheer and bless;
And every grief that mortals share
  Found pity in his tenderness.
          I. H. Bromley.
    Fierce for the right, he bore his part
  In strife with many a valiant foe;
But Laughter winged his polished dart,
  And kindness tempered every blow.
          I. H. Bromley.
Sarah Morgan Bryant Piatt. (1836– ?)
    “My mother says I must not pass
Too near that glass;
She is afraid that I will see
A little witch that looks like me,
With a red mouth to whisper low
The very thing I should not know.”
          The Witch in the Glass.
    This was your butterfly, you see—
  His fine wings made him vain:
The caterpillars crawl, but he
  Passed them in rich disdain.—
My pretty boy says, “Let him be
  Only a worm again!”
          After Wings.
Henry Mills Alden. (1836–1919)
    The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.
          A Study of Death.