Portrait of Helen Jackson | Frontispiece | |
A Christmas Symphony. "O Christmas stars! your pregnant silentness, Mute syllabled in rhythmic light, Leads on to-night, And beckons, as three thousand years ago It beckoning led." |
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Spinning. "I only know that some one came, And laid within My hand the thread, and said, 'Since you Are blind, but one thing you can do.'" |
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The Prince is Dead. "A room in the palace is shut. The king And the queen are sitting in black. ········ The hut has a door, but the hinge is weak, And to-day the wind blows it back." |
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