"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised."
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWhat I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning