Quote #5
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys.
More from Adelaide Anne Procter
- Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
- It seemed the harmonious echo From our discordant life.
- Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord,-till perfect Day shall shine Through Peace to Light.
- I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet.
- I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road.