Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none. — Adelaide Anne Procter
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; lead me, o lord, till perfect day shall shine through peace to light. — Adelaide Anne Procter
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been. — Adelaide Anne Procter
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. — Adelaide Anne Procter
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse — Adelaide Anne Procter