“The Quaker Widow”: A diverting poem for our moment?
The Quaker Widow, By Bayard Taylor THEE finds me in the garden, Hannah,—come in! ’T is kind of theeTo wait until the Friends were gone, who came to comfort me.The still and quiet company a peace may give, indeed,But blessed is the single heart that comes to us at need. Come, sit thee down! Here … Continue reading “The Quaker Widow”: A diverting poem for our moment?