Quotes

Quotes - Lathrop

The sunshine of thine eyes,
(O still celestial beam!)
Whatever it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.

The sunshine of thine eyes,
Oh, let it fall on me!
Though I be but a mote of the air,
I could turn to gold for thee.

George Parsons Lathrop

A nobleness to try for, A name to live and die for.

George Parsons Lathrop