From Oliver Wendell Holmes

#OTD Today is the anniversary of the death of the American physician, poet, and humorist, Oliver Wendell Holmes, who died on this day in 1894.
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." 
"Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all. ”
"But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold."
Today, when garden writers write about pests in the garden, they often include this quote by Holmes:
"On every stem, on every leaf,... and at the root of everything that grew, was a professional specialist in the shape of grub, caterpillar, aphis, or other expert, whose business it was to devour that particular part."
In 1889, Louise Chandler Moulton published her book of poetry called In the Garden of Dreams. She sent a copy to  Oliver Wendell Holmes, and he wrote her back in a letter dated December 29, 1889:
"I thank you most cordially for sending me your beautiful volume of poems. They tell me that they are breathed from a woman's heart as plainly as the fragrance of a rose reveals its birthplace. ...
I cannot help feeling flattered that the author of such impassioned poems should have thought well enough of my own productions to honor me with the kind words I find on the blank leaf of a little book that seems to me to hold leaves torn out of the heart's record."
Holmes was clearly a sentimentalist. In his poem about the "dear days" of his youth called "No Time Like the Old Time," he wrote:
"There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,
When the buds of April blossomed and the birds of springtime sung!"

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Oliver Wendell Holmes
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