Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget. 
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When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
- Helen Hunt Jackson
