"... -these formed the outward shape of a woman carrying something strange and cherished along her ways of life."
"...The hope was burned deep in her that beyond the harsh clay paths, the everyday scrubbing, washing, patching, fixing, the babble and the gabble of today, there are pastures and purple valleys of song."
"She had seen tall hills there in Kentucky. She had seen the stark backbone of Muldraugh's Hill become folded in thin evening blankets with a lavender mist sprayed by sunset lights, and for her there were the tongues of promises over it all."
- Abe Lincoln Grows Up by Carl Sandburg