Quotes from Adelaide Anne Procter

Seated one day at the organ,I was weary and ill at ease,And my fingers wandered idlyOver the noisy keys.

But I struck one chord of musicLike the sound of a great Amen.

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 her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Each man has some part to play.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright, The stars can only shine In the dark night. Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!

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.

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.

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.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.

Hours are golden links, God's token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

We always may be what we might have been.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.