Quotes by Mrs. H. B. Stowe

O rest of rests! O peace serene, eternal!      Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never! And in the secret of Thy presence dwelleth      Fullness of joy, forever and forever.

— Mrs. H. B. Stowe

There the patient hand still knocketh, And with every patient watching, With the sad eyes true and tender, With the glory-crowned hair,— Still a God is waiting there.

— Mrs. H. B. Stowe