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Father, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
That I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun.

— Helen Hunt Jackson Poems (1892)

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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Poems (1892)

When love is at its best, one loves
So much that he cannot forget.

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.

Verses (1874)

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red;
All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

The voice of one who goes before to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!

Verses (1874)

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