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The Other World It lies around us like a cloud, The world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheeks Amid our worldly cares; Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our... Poet: Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe	My Other Me Children, do you ever, In walks by land or sea, Meet a little maiden Long time lost to me! She is gay and gladsome, Has a laughing face, And a heart as sunny; And her name is Grace. Naught she knows of sorrow, ... Poet: Grace Denio Litchfield	The Other One Sweet little maid with winsome eyes That laugh all day through the tangled hair; Gazing with baby looks so wise Over the arm of the oaken chair, Dearer than you is none to me, Dearer than you there can be none; Since in your... Poet: Harry Thurston Peck	The Other World It lies around us like a cloud,— A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; Amid our worldly cares Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our prayers... Poet: Harriet Beecher Stowe
Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Another Spring If I might see another Spring I'd not plant summer flowers and wait: I'd have my crocuses at once, My leafless pink mezereons, My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet My white or azure violet, Leaf... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/An Apple Gathering I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass As I... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/A Better Resurrection I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting hills I... Poet:	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/"A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break" I will accept thy will to do and be, Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, Thy will at least to love, that burns within And thirsteth after Me: So will I render fruitful, blessing still, The germs and... Poet:
Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/The Convent Threshold There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood; And blood's a bar I cannot pass: I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of... Poet:	Deprived of other Banquet, Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself — At first — a scant nutrition — An insufficient Loaf — But grown by slender addings To so esteemed a size 'Tis sumptuous enough for me — ... Poet: