Eliza Cook (24 December 1818 – 23 September 1889) was an English author, Chartist poet and writer born in London Road, Southwark. Read full biography of Eliza Cook →
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?
Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.