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Jackson, Helen Hunt (1830-1885)

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A CHRISTMAS SYMPHONY.

LOVE'S LARGESS.

THE ZONE OF CALMS.

MY LIGHTHOUSES.

IN TIME OF FAMINE.

THE PRINCE IS DEAD.

POPPIES ON THE WHEAT.

A FUNERAL MARCH.

THE WAY TO SING.

THE TRUE BALLAD OF THE KING'S SINGER.

THE LONELINESS OF SORROW.

A BALLAD OF THE GOLD COUNTRY.

MEMOIR OF A QUEEN.

“WHEN THE TIDE COMES IN.”

THE SINGER'S HILLS.

THE VILLAGE LIGHTS.

THE ABBOT PAPHNUTIUS.

“NOT AS I WILL.”

WHEN THE BABY DIED.

“OLD LAMPS FOR NEW.”

“ALMS AT THE BEAUTIFUL GATE.”

ASTERS AND GOLDEN ROD.

THE GOOD SHEPHERD.

LOVE'S FULFILLING.

ARIADNE'S FAREWELL.

LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY.

A MOTHER'S FAREWELL TO A VOYAGER.

“DROPPED DEAD.”

THE WALL-FLOWER OF THE RUINS OF ROME.

SHADOWS OF BIRDS.

SNOW-DROPS IN ITALY.

WHEN THE KINGS COME.

DECORATION DAY.

A THIRTEENTH-CENTURY PARABLE.

MY HICKORY FIRE.

A BURIAL SERVICE.

THE ROYAL BEGGAR.

THE SIMPLE KING.

THE SINGER'S FRIENDS.

THE MAGIC ARMORY.

MY HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS.

RETURN TO THE HILLS.

“DOWN TO SLEEP.”

LOVE'S RICH AND POOR.

LIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN-TOPS.

CHRISTMAS NIGHT IN ST. PETER'S.

TO AN UNKNOWN LADY.

A WILD ROSE IN SEPTEMBER.

AN ARCTIC QUEST.

THE SIGN OF THE DAISY.

THE GODS SAID LOVE IS BLIND.

THE FIR-TREE AND THE BROOK.

A WOMAN'S BATTLE.

BURNT OFFERING.

NEW YEAR'S MORNING.

TO AN ABSENT LOVER.

CROSSED THREADS.

THE GIFT OF GRAPES.

A WOMAN'S DEATH-WOUND.

APPEAL.

THE HEART OF A ROSE.

ACQUAINTED WITH GRIEF.

THE POET'S FORGE.

VANITY OF VANITIES.

THE STORY OF BOON.

THE VICTORY OF PATIENCE.

GOD'S LIGHT-HOUSES.

SONGS OF BATTLE.

JUST OUT OF SIGHT.

SEPTEMBER WOODS.

FLOWERS ON A GRAVE.

A MEASURE OF HOURS.

CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN.

THE DAY-STAR IN THE EAST.

OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER.

CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN.

“WITH THEM THAT DO REJOICE.”

THE SONG HE NEVER WROTE.

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APPEAL.

“O love, whom I so love, in this sore strait
Of thine, fall not! Below thy very feet
I kneel, so much I reverence thee, so sweet
It is to every pulse of mine to wait
Thy lightest pleasure, and to bind my fate
To thine by humblest service. Incomplete
All heaven, Love, if there thou dost not greet
Me, with perpetual need which I can sate,
I and no other! So I dare to pray
To thee this prayer. It is not wholly prayer.
The solemn worships of the ages lay
Even on God a solemn bond. I dare,—
Thy worshipper, thy lowly, loving mate,—
I dare to say, O Love, thou must be great!”