All yesterday I was spinning, Sitting alone in the sun; And the dream that I spun was so lengthy, It lasted till day was done… I went up the hill this morning To the place where my spinning lay — There was nothing but glistening dewdrops Remained of my dream to-day. Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864)
Do not look at life’s long sorrow; See how small each moment’s pain; God will help thee for to-morrow, So each day begin again. Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864)
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready too to let them go… One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band; One will fade as others greet thee; Shadows passing through the land. Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 – 1864)
