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I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
— Julia Ward Howe
poet, writer, peace activist, songwriter, lyricist, suffragist
1819 – 1910
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms,And solemn marches fill the nights.
The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.
What is the harvest of thy saints, "This only — to have tried.
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:His truth is marching on.
I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling campsHis Day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,Our God is marching on.
Arise then... women of this day!Arise, all women who have hearts!
We, the women of one country,To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly askThe great and general interests of peace.
I only hope you may be able not only to listen, but also to hear me. Your charity must multiply my small voice and do some such miracle as was done when the loaves and fishes fed the multitude in the ancient tune which has just been spoken of.
I need not stand here to repeat any definition of what religion is. I think you will all say that it is aspiration, the pursuit of the divine in the human; the sacrifice of everything to duty for the sake of God and of humanity and of our own individual dignity.
From this Parliament let some valorous, new, strong, and courageous influence go forth, and let us have here an agreement of all faiths for one good end, for one good thing— really for the glory of God, really for the sake of humanity from all that is low and animal and unworthy and undivine.
Here I am, in Quaker surroundings, whose restful simplicity is most congenial to me. I feel here the earnest desire for genuine growth and culture which founds a slow but sure success. I am confirmed in my division of human energies. Ambitious people climb, but faithful people build.
Charity is an unending self-discipline which always looks and leads towards the eternal affection. Therefore, its triumph shall be lasting and everlasting.
There is no hell like that of a selfish heart, and there is no misfortune so great as that of not being able to make a sacrifice. These two thoughts come to me strongly this morning. It is something to have learned these truths so that we can never again doubt them.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
Marriage, like death, is a debt we owe to nature.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
