By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.