Doubt (by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885))
They bade me cast the thing away,
They pointed to my hands all bleeding,
They listened not to all my pleading;
The thing I meant I could not say;
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God's Light-Houses (by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885))
When night falls on the earth, the sea
From east to west lies twinkling bright
With shining beams from beacons high
Which flash afar a friendly light.
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September (by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885))
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
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