From Queens' Gardens: Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean Ingelow, Adelaide A. Procter, Christina Rossetti, and Others

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˹éÒ 183 - the road wind up-hill all the way ? " " Yes, to the very end ! " " Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? " " From morn to night, my friend ! " " But is there for the night a resting-place ?"
˹éÒ 208 - A SACRED burden is the life ye bear ; Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly ; Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly : Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win. BETTER trust all and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving,
˹éÒ 101 - by one, And trust in things divine. Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God, Upon our souls descend ; From midnight fears and perils, Thou Our trembling hearts defend ; Give us a respite from our toil, Calm and subdue our woes ; Through the long day we suffer, Lord, O give us now repose.
˹éÒ 73 - O come in life, or come in death ! 0 lost ! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare, The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The
˹éÒ 137 - I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand And follow Thee. Joy is like restless day : but peace divine Like quiet night : Lead me, O Lord, — till perfect Day shall shine, Through Peace to Light.
˹éÒ 34 - as for life and death, With a loyal gravity. Lead her from the festive boards, Point her to the starry skies ; Guard her, by your truthful words, Pure from courtship's flatteries. By your truth she shall be true — Ever true, as wives of yore ; And her Yes once said to you, Shall be Yes for evermore.
˹éÒ 27 - I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints ; I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. A
˹éÒ 32 - God is so good, He wears a fold Of Heaven and earth across His face, — Like secrets kept, for love, untold. IV. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down, by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place, As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses
˹éÒ 26 - Thou only hast stepped unaware, — Malice, not one can impute ; And why should a heart have been there In the way of a fair woman's foot? III. It was not a stone that could trip, Nor was it a thorn that could rend; Put up thy proud underlip ! 'T was merely the heart of a friend.
˹éÒ 32 - A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD. i. T^HEY say that God lives very high ! But, if you look above the pines, You cannot see our God. And why ? n. And, if you dig down in the mines, You never see Him in the gold, Though, from Him, all

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