“On the king’s gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father’s stead.”Helen Hunt Jackson 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.”Helen Hunt Jackson A last Prayer.
“Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.”Helen Hunt Jackson Spinning.