All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.


Round the sofa. My Lady Ludlow (ed. 1859)


All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.