Adelaide Anne Procter

Adelaide Anne Procter
Adelaide Anne Procterwas an English poet and philanthropist. She worked prominently on behalf of unemployed women and the homeless, and was actively involved with feminist groups and journals. Procter never married. She became unhealthy, possibly due to her charity work, and died of tuberculosis at the age of 38...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 October 1825
night perfect-days light
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
joy heaven thee
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
time fall moments
One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.
echoes keys one-day
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
horse men thinking
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
time grief decay
See how time makes all grief decay.