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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:	"Arcturus" is his other name — "Arcturus" is his other name — I'd rather call him "Star." It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day — A "Savant" passing by Murmured "Resurgam" — "Centipede"! ... 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 Birthday My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea;... 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: