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A Woman’s Answer I Will not let you say a woman’s part Must be to give exclusive love alone; Dearest, although I love you so, my heart Answers a thousand claims besides your own. I love,—what do I not love? Earth and air Find space within my heart, and myriad... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter	A Woman’s Question Before I trust my fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret:... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter	A Doubting Heart Where are the swallows fled? Frozen and dead Perchance upon some bleak and stormy shore. O doubting heart! Far over purple seas They wait, in sunny ease, The balmy southern breeze To bring them to their... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter	“Give me thy heart” With echoing steps the worshippers Departed one by one; The organ’s pealing voice was stilled, The vesper hymn was done; The shadow fell from roof and arch, Dim was the incensed air, One lamp alone, with trembling ray, Told of the... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter
Judge Not Judge not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God’s pure light may only be A scar, brought from some well-won field, Where thou wouldst only faint and yield. The look, the air... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter	Per Pacem ad Lucem I Do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load; I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet; I know too well the poison and the sting... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter	A Lost Chord Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then, But I struck one chord of music, Like the sound of a great... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter