Harriet McEwen Kimball

  • White Azaleas

    Azaleas—whitest of white!
      White as the drifted snow
    Fresh-fallen out of the night,
      Before the coming glow
    Tinges the morning light;
      When the light is like the snow,
        White,
    And the silence is like the light:
      Light, and...

  • All 's Well

    The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep,
      My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine.
    Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep
      This little life of mine.

    With loving-kindness curtain Thou my bed,
      And cool in rest my burning pilgrim-feet;
    Thy pardon...

  • The Guest

    Speechless sorrow sat with me;
    I was sighing wearily;
    Lamp and fire were out; the rain
    Wildly beat the window-pane.
    In the dark I heard a knock,
    And a hand was on the lock;
    One in waiting spake to me,
      Saying sweetly,
    “I am come to...