Clergyman's

I send thee pansies while the year is young,
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light.
- Sarah Doudney

But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
- Sarah Doudney

And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
""The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past.
- Sarah Doudney

The pure, the beautiful, the bright,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulse to a wordless prayer,
The dreams of love and truth,
The longings after something lost,
The spirit’s yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes,—
These things can never die.
- Sarah Doudney