Quotes by A. A. Procter

How can a mother's heart feel cold or weary    Knowing her dearer self safe, sheltered, warm? How can she feel her road too dark or dreary,    Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm? How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding,    Our God forgot, our holy saints defied; But can a mother hear her dead child pleading,    And thrust those little angel hands aside?

— A. A. Procter

The way is long and dreary,      The path is bleak and bare; Our feet are worn and weary,      But we will not despair; More weary was Thy burden,      More desolate Thy ways, O Lamb of God, who takest      The sin of the world away,      Have mercy upon us.

— A. A. Procter

Rejoice, oh! grieving heart,      The hours fly past; With each some sorrow dies, With each some shadow flies,           Until at last The red dawn in the east Bids weary night depart,           And pain is past.

— A. A. Procter