Sorrow’s Uses (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The uses of sorrow I comprehend Better and better at each year's end. Deeper and deeper I seem to see ...
The uses of sorrow I comprehend Better and better at each year's end. Deeper and deeper I seem to see ...
She sits beside the window. All who pass Turn once again to gaze on her sweet face. She is so ...
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
Sitting to-day in the sunshine, That touched me with fingers of love, I thought of the manifold blessings God scatters ...
My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; But ever and often and ...
When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by, I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye; ...
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the ...
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
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