Helen Hunt Jackson Quotations
Helen Maria (Fiske) Hunt Jackson (October 18, 1830 - August 12, 1885) was an American writer best known as the author of Ramona, a novel about the ill treatment of Native Americans in southern California.
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Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun.- All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.
- At last.
- Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days:
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways.
I know each day will bring its task,
And being blind no more I ask.
- Spinning.
- On the king’s gate the moss grew gray;
The king came not. They called him dead
And made his eldest son one day
Slave in his father’s stead.
- Coronation.
- Father, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
How I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun.
- A last Prayer.
- The voice of one who goes before, to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!
- May.
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