Adelaide Anne Procter Poems

BEFORE I trust my fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy future give
Color and form to mine,
...

He was the first always: Fortune
Shone bright in his face.
I fought for years; with no effort
He conquered the place:
...

SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
...

You have taken back the promise
That you spoke so long ago;
Taken back the heart you gave me-
I must even let it go.
...

WHERE are the swallows fled?
Frozen and dead,
Perchance, upon some bleak and stormy shore.
O doubting heart!
...

LOUD roared the tempest,
Fast fell the sleet;
A little Child Angel
Passed down the street,
...

I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
Aught of its load;
...

My God, I thank Thee who hast made
The earth so bright;
So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;
...

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.
...