I sit and sew—a useless task it seems, …
Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
If I had known …
I had not thought of violets late, …
An idle lingerer on the wayside's road, …
O white little lights at Carney’s Point, …
Oft have I thrilled at deeds of high emprise, …
God washes clean the souls and hearts of you, …
Orange gleams athwart a crimson soul …