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A FEW MORE VERSES.

BY SUSAN COOLIDGE.

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    UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME.
    ———
    VERSES.

    BY SUSAN COOLIDGE.

    PRICE, $1.00.

    ROBERTS BROTHERS,
    PUBLISHERS.




A FEW MORE VERSES.

    BY SUSAN COOLIDGE,
    AUTHOR OF “VERSES.”


    BOSTON
    LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
    1907




    _Copyright, 1889_,
    BY ROBERTS BROTHERS.

    Printers
    S. J. PARKHILL & CO., BOSTON, U. S. A.


   _GIVING to all, thou gavest as well to me.
    A myriad thirsty shores await the tide:
    They drink and drink, and will not be denied;
    But not a drop less full the brimming Sea._

   _One tiny shell among the kelp and weed,
    One sand-grain where the beaches stretch away,—
    How shall the tide regard them? Yet each day
    It comes, and fills and satisfies their need._

   _What can the singing sands give to the Sea?
    What the dumb shell, though inly it rejoice?
    Only the echo of its own strong voice;—
    And this is all that here I bring to thee._




_A BENEDICTION._


   _GOD give thee, love, thy heart’s desire!
      What better can I pray?
    For though love falter not, nor tire,
      And stand on guard all day,
    How little can it know or do,
      How little can it say!_

   _How hard it strives, and how in vain,
      By hope and fear misled,
    To make the pathway soft and plain
      For the dear feet to tread,
    To shield from sun-beat and from rain
      The one beloved head!_

   _Its wisdom is made foolishness;
      Its best intent goes wrong;
    It curses where it fain would bless,
      Is weak instead of strong,—
    Marring with sad, discordant sighs
      The joyance of its song._

   _I do not dare to bless or ban,—
      I am too blind to see,—
    But this one little prayer I can
      Put up to God for thee,
    Because I know what fair, pure things
      Thy inmost wishes be;_

   _That what thy heart desires the most
      Is what he loves to grant,—
    The love that counteth not its cost
      If any crave or want;
    The presence of the Holy Ghost,
      The soul’s inhabitant;_

   _The wider vision of the mind;
      The spirit bright with sun;
    The temper like a fragrant wind,
      Chilling and grieving none;
    The quickened heart to know God’s will
      And on his errands run;_

   _The ministry of little things,—
      Not counted mean or small
    By that dear alchemy which brings
      Some grain of gold from all;
    The faith to wait as well as work,
      Whatever may befall._

   _So, sure of thee, and unafraid,
      I make my daily prayer,
    Nor fear that my blind zeal be made
      Thy injury or snare:
    God give thee, love, thy heart’s desire,
      And bless thee everywhere!_




CONTENTS TO PART SECOND.


                                                    PAGE
    To Arcite at the Wars                             13
    New every Morning                                 15
    Lohengrin                                         17
    A Single Stitch                                   19
    Reply                                             20
    Talitha Cumi                                      23
    The Better Way                                    25
    Forever                                           27
    Miracle                                           29
    Charlotte Brontë                                  32
    End and Means                                     34
    Comforted                                         36
    Words                                             39
    Influence                                         41
    An Easter Song                                    43
    So Long Ago                                       45
    A Birthday                                        47
    Derelict                                          49
    H. H                                              51
    Freedom                                           54
    The Vision and the Summons                        56
    Forecast                                          59
    Early Taken                                       61
    Some Lover’s Dear Thought                         64
    Ashes                                             66
    One Lesser Joy                                    68
    Close at Hand                                     71
    Only a Dream                                      73
    At the Altar                                      77
    Eternity                                          79
    Restfulness                                       81
    In and On                                         83
    A Day-time Moon                                   85
    A Midnight Sun                                    87
    Her Voice                                         90
    A Florentine Juliet                               92
    Here and There                                   106
    Forward                                          108
    In her Garden                                    110
    On Easter Day                                    113
    “Der Abend ist der Beste”                        115
    Optimism                                         117
    “He shall drink of the Brook by the Way”         120
    Three Pictures                                   122
    The Two Shores                                   125
    “Arise, shine, for thy Light has come”           127
    A Withered Violet                                129
    Darkened                                         131
    The Keys of Granada                              133
    Bereaved                                         135
    “How can they bear it up in Heaven?”             138
    Wave after Wave                                  141
    The Word with Power                              143
    To Felicia Singing                               146
    Eurydice                                         148
    Three Worlds                                     150
    Opportunity                                      153
    Christ before Pilate                             155
    Non Omnis Moriar                                 158
    At Dawn of Day                                   161
    What might have been                             163
    Some Time                                        166
    The Stars are in the Sky all Day                 168
    Now                                              171
    Just Beyond                                      172
    Contact                                          175
    An Easter Song                                   178
    Concord                                          181
    Hereafter                                        184
    Our Daily Bread                                  186
    Sleeping and Waking                              188
    Thorns                                           190
    A New-England Lady                               192
    Under the Snow                                   195
    Sonnet for a Birthday                            197
    “Many Waters cannot quench Love”                 198
    Unexhausted                                      201
    Welcome and Farewell                             203
    Life                                             205
    Shut in                                          207
    Good-by                                          209
    What the Angel said                              211
    Commonplace                                      216
    Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh                    217
    A Thought                                        219
    At Flood                                         221
    The Angels                                       223
    Not Yet                                          225
    To-day and To-morrow                             227
    “That was the True Light, that lighteth every
        Man that cometh into the World”              228
    The Star                                         230
    Helen                                            232
    Lux in Tenebris                                  235
    Lent                                             237
    Palm Sunday                                      240
    Soul and Body                                    242
    Sound at Core                                    245
    The Old Village                                  247
    A Greeting                                       252
    Changeless                                       254
    Easter                                           255
    The World is Vast                                257




TO ARCITE AT THE WARS.

1759.


    A THOUSAND leagues of wind-blown space,
      A thousand leagues of sea,
    Half of the great earth’s hiding face
      Divides mine eyes from thee;
    The world is strong, the waves are wide,
      But my good-will is stronger still,
    My love, than wind or tide.

    These sentinels which Fate has set
      To bar and hold me here
    I make my errand-men, to get
      A message to thine ear.
    The winds shall waft, the waters bear,
      And spite of seas I, when I please,
    Can reach thee everywhere.

    Prayers are like birds to find the way;
      Thoughts have a swifter flight;
    And mine stream forth to thee all day,
      Nor stop to rest by night.
    Like silent angels at thy side
      They stand unseen, they bend and lean,
    They bless and warn and guide.

    There is no near, there is no far,
      There is no loss or change,
    To love which, like a fixèd star,
      Abideth in one range,
    And shines, and shines, with quenchless eyes,
      And sends long rays in many ways
    To lighten distant skies.

    Where sight is not, faith brighter burns;
      So faithfully I wait,
    Secure that loyal loving earns
      Its guerdon soon or late,—
    Secure, though lacking word or sign,
      That thy true thought keeps as it ought
    Tryst with each thought of mine.




NEW EVERY MORNING.


    EVERY day is a fresh beginning,
      Every morn is the world made new.
    You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
      Here is a beautiful hope for you,—
      A hope for me and a hope for you.

    All the past things are past and over