Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Sonnet 19. But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope

But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope,
No day pass'd by without some gentle deed,
Let us not "mourn like them that have no hope,"
Though sharp the stroke,--and suddenly decreed;
For still, when Spring puts out her tender leaves,
And Nature's beauty seems to bud in vain,
(Since then the yearning spirit doubly grieves
With fresh remembrance of unconquer'd pain,)
Returns the precious memory of all
The grace and goodness of that creature fair,
Whom it pleased God in early days to call
From this dim world of trouble, toil, and care,--
And seldom is such bless'd conviction given
That She we mourn on Earth is now a Saint in Heaven!

1. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
2. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords
3. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
4. Sonnet 12. I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves
5. Sonnet 4. BE frank with me, and I accept my lot

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