Adelaide Anne Procter
We always may be what we might have been.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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.
No star is ever lost we once have seen, 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.
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
Dreams grow holy put in action.