33 Quotes by Adelaide Anne Procter

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Each man has some part to play.

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.

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit,True or false, that never dies;Every word man's lips have utteredEchoes in God's skies.

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.