- Habit is a cruel jailer
- Yet how well-beloved.
NELLIE SEELYE EVANS, "Habit"
- Heaven is homelike, we are told,
- To beggars as to kings;
- And resurrection is a fashion
- Antedating wings.
NELLIE SEELYE EVANS, "Equality"
- Time ebbs, but Grief abides--
- Grim flotsam of Life's tides.
NELLIE SEELYA EVANS, "On the Shore"