Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life. — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
“No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been Since Good, though only thought, Has life and breath - God's life - can always be redeemed from death. And evil in its nature is decay, And any hour may blot it all away. The hope that lost in some far distance… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share
Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been. — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain. — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been. — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none. — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet. — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
“Our Beasts and our Thieves and our Chattels Have weight for good or for ill; But the Poor are only His image, His presence,… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
“Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
