Forgotten? No, we never do forget: We let the years go; wash them clean with tears, Leave them to bleach out in the open day, Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes, Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,-- But we forget not, never can forget.

Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)

Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)

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With faces like dead lovers who died true.

— Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)

O how grandly cometh Even, Sitting on the mountain summit, Purple-vestured, grave, and silent, Watching o'er the dewy valleys, Like a good king near his end.

— Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)

God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas Day.

— Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)

The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, forever.

— Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

— Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)