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.
Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.' - Adelaide Anne Procter
Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'
- Adelaide Anne Procter
Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain. - Adelaide Anne Procter
Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.
Dreams grow holy put in action. - Adelaide Anne Procter
Dreams grow holy put in action.
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 flutter of its wings, and f… - Adelaide Anne Procter
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 flutter of its wings, and f…
Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every… - Adelaide Anne Procter
Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every…
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
Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true. - Adelaide Anne Procter
Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
See how time makes all grief decay. - Adelaide Anne Procter
See how time makes all grief decay.
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. - Adelaide Anne Procter
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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