Like you, many hopes of the future I cherished
    When free from life’s care,
Just so, all my brightest fond visions have perished
    Like mists in the air.

I still hope that God in His merciful kindness
    Thy sight will restore,
And permit thee when perfectly healed of thy blindness
    To see us once more.

But restore thee or not, one hope I will cherish
    At home and abroad,
That I may submit to my fate, though I perish,
    And trust in my God.

Providence Hospital.

In our own native land a Hospital stands,
    Its praises I faintly would speak;
To me it seems grand, enclosed in love’s bands
    By the Sisters of Charity meek.

These Sisters are lowly and humble and holy,
    All striving their God to obey;
They watch o’er the poorly, while dreaming they surely
    Can all of their sufferings allay.

Heaven’s blessings are resting on them as they’re testing
    Their freedom from sorrow and sin,
And God will uphold them and angels enfold them,
    Till a heavenly crown they will win.

My happiness lost on the world tempest-tossed,
    Weary and heart-sick with pain,
Providently I came to Providence by name,
    Where my health I did quickly regain.

In language though weak my thoughts I would speak,
    My gratitude is without bounds,
To my nurses while blind and physicians so kind,
    And the owners of Providence grounds.

The Photograph.

Suspending night with threads of light the sun with signals bold,
Flashed o’er to moon his mate on high, and wondrous secret told;
Together they a photograph of mother earth would make,
When midnight dropped her curtains low and watching stars locked gate.

I’ll picture on thy pale round face an image vast, complete,
Of pondrous size with oceans wild and mountains high and steep,
A hurling mass of seething lakes, while outward beauties fold
It round and o’er with nature’s green, and tinted crusts of gold.

Quite pleased with thought fair lady moon laughed in merry glee,
And begged the secret not reveal but plan all quietly;
Appointing hour and length of time, arranging for the place,
Then hiding lights at midnight bells, when earth passed o’er her face.

While swinging to a silvered chord attached to heaven’s dome,
To and fro ’mid seas of stars and spirit worlds unknown,
Earth onward swept with mighty bounds, measured space, and soon
At place appointed and the hour she hovered near the moon.

But scheming of the comrades bright to her had been revealed,
With telescopes and lenses strong, were millions on the field
Of spots and specks as showered sand, by fays called wo and man,
Who gazed with awe at wondrous sight, earth pictured in moonland.

Inspiring vision piled on high in masses huge and dense;
Where camest thou? thou ragged ball thrown out from time, and whence
Doth thou intend to fathom realms of endless space and years? 
Art weary of thy dizzy flights?  Are rolling seas thy tears?