Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER DayPerfectRestless
To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BiddingLingerLouderVoieWeary
I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER EaseFingerOverWanderedWeary
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER PerfectThroughTill
For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving. ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AdieuArgueBeginDrivingRidingThink