Helen Hunt Jackson
Morn by Helen Hunt Jackson

Morn by Helen Hunt Jackson

In what a strange bewilderment do we Awake each morn from out the brief night's sleep. Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep Its slow way back, as if it could not free ...

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Songs Of Battle by Helen Hunt Jackson

Songs Of Battle by Helen Hunt Jackson

Old as the world--no other things so old; Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung Such lusty strength in them when earth was young?-- Stand valor and its passion hot and ...

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The Angel Of Pain by Helen Hunt Jackson

The Angel Of Pain by Helen Hunt Jackson

Angel of Pain, I think thy faceWill be, in all the heavenly place,The sweetest face that I shall see,The swiftest face to smile on me.All other angels faint and tire;Joy wearies, ...

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The End Of Harvest by Helen Hunt Jackson

The End Of Harvest by Helen Hunt Jackson

'O Love, who walkest slow among my sheaves,Smiling at tint and shape, thy smile of peace,But whispering of the next sweet year's increase,-O tender Love, thy loving hope but ...

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Tides by Helen Hunt Jackson

Tides by Helen Hunt Jackson

O patient shore, thou canst not go to meetThy love, the restless sea, how comfortestThou all thy loneliness? Art thou at rest,When, loosing his strong arms from round thy feet,He ...

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Unto One Who Lies At Rest by Helen Hunt Jackson

Unto One Who Lies At Rest by Helen Hunt Jackson

Unto one who lies at rest 'Neath the sunset, in the West, Clover-blossoms on her breast. Lover of each gracious thing Which makes glad the summer-tide, From the daisies clustering ...

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The Victory Of Patience by Helen Hunt Jackson

The Victory Of Patience by Helen Hunt Jackson

Armed of the gods! Divinest conqueror! What soundless hosts are thine! Nor pomp, nor state, Nor token, to betray where thou dost wait. All Nature stands, for thee, ambassador; Her ...

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Opportunity by Helen Hunt Jackson

Opportunity by Helen Hunt Jackson

I do not know if, climbing some steep hill, Through fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought,Or whether in some mid-day I was caughtTo upper air, where visions of God’s willIn ...

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My Tenants by Helen Hunt Jackson

My Tenants by Helen Hunt Jackson

I never had a title-deed To my estate. But little heed Eyes give to me, when I walk by My fields, to see who occupy. Some clumsy men who lease and hire And cut my trees to feed ...

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