Edgar A. Guest,
When Day is Done
“ That homey, old-fashioned, well-filled cookie crock.Like the love of the Mother it shines through our years; It has soothed all our hurts and has dried away tears; It has paid us for toiling; in sorrow or joy, It has always shown kindness to each girl and boy; And I'm sorry for people, whoever they are, Who live in a house where there's no cookie jar. ”
