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          Discover life events, stories and photos about Albert Austin Hempstead (–) of Brooklyn, Susquehanna, Pennsylvania, United States.

        1. Discover life events, stories and photos about Albert Austin Hempstead (–) of Brooklyn, Susquehanna, Pennsylvania, United States.
        2. The Angela Morgan papers document her long career as a twentieth century writer and social reformer.
        3. Branch, Anna Hempstead (18 March –08 September ), poet and reformer, was born in New London, Connecticut, the daughter of John.
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        5. The shoes that danced: and other poems.
        6. Branch, Anna Hempstead (18 March –08 September ), poet and reformer, was born in New London, Connecticut, the daughter of John..

          Anna Hempstead Branch

          The Best Poem Of Anna Hempstead Branch

          To A New York Shop-Girl Dressed For Sunday

          To-day I saw the shop-girl go
          Down gay Broadway to meet her beau.



          Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,
          She spread abroad and took the street.

          And all that niceness would forbid,
          Superb, she smiled upon and did.

          Let other girls, whose happier days
          Preserve the perfume of their ways,

          Go modestly.

          The passing hour
          Adds splendor to their opening flower.

          But from this child too swift a doom
          Must steal her prettiness and bloom,

          Toil and weariness hide the grace
          That pleads a moment from her face.

          November Issue · Quatrain · Albert Phelps · October Issue · His Letter · Martha Gilbert Dickinson · October Issue.



          So blame her not if for a day
          She flaunts her glories while she may.

          She half perceives, half understands,
          Snatching her gifts with both her hands.

          The little strut beneath the skirt
          That lags neglected in the dirt,

          The indolent swagger down the street --
          Who can condemn such happy feet!



          Innocent! vulgar -- that's the truth!
          Yet with the darling wil