John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Adelaide Anne Proter 1825-1864 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road. |
| Per Pacem ad Lucem. |
| 2 |
| I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. |
| Per Pacem ad Lucem. |
| 3 |
| Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord,—till perfect Day shall shine Through Peace to Light. |
| Per Pacem ad Lucem. |
| 4 |
| Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain. |
| Philip and Mildred. |
| 5 |
| Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. |
| A lost Chord. |
| 6 |
| It seemed the harmonious echo From our discordant life. |
| A lost Chord. |