Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER DayDivineLightNightPeacePerfectQuietRestless
To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BiddingEarthLingerListenLouderVoieWeary
Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light! ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BeHeartLightLookMineStrongToward
I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER EaseFingerKeyOverWanderedWeary
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BrightGiftGivenHeartHeavenJoyOne
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AdelaideAskLifeLordMayPlesantRoad
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER LeadLightPeacePerfectShineThroughTill
For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AdieuArgueBeginDrivingHorseRidingThink
Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Anand Thakur
Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Anand Thakur
On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Anand Thakur
Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Anand Thakur
Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Anand Thakur
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Anand Thakur
