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A BENEDICTION.

CONTENTS TO PART SECOND.

TO ARCITE AT THE WARS. 1759

NEW EVERY MORNING.

LOHENGRIN.

A SINGLE STITCH.

REPLY.

TALITHA CUMI.

THE BETTER WAY.

FOREVER.

MIRACLE.

CHARLOTTE BRONTE.

END AND MEANS.

COMFORTED.

WORDS.

INFLUENCE.

AN EASTER SONG.

SO LONG AGO.

A BIRTHDAY.

DERELICT.

H. H.

FREEDOM.

THE VISION AND THE SUMMONS.

FORECAST.

EARLY TAKEN.

SOME LOVER'S DEAR THOUGHT.

ASHES.

ONE LESSER JOY.

CLOSE AT HAND.

ONLY A DREAM.

AT THE ALTAR.

ETERNITY.

RESTFULNESS.

IN AND ON.

A DAY-TIME MOON.

A MIDNIGHT SUN.

HER VOICE.

A FLORENTINE JULIET.

HERE AND THERE.

FORWARD.

IN HER GARDEN.

ON EASTER DAY.

"DER ABEND IST DER BESTE."

OPTIMISM.

"HE SHALL DRINK OF THE BROOK BY THE WAY."

THREE PICTURES. I. LOVE AND DEATH. U UPON the threshold of his

THE TWO SHORES.

"ARISE, SHINE, FOR THY LIGHT HAS COME."

A WITHERED VIOLET.

DARKENED.

THE KEYS OF GRANADA.

BEREAVED.

"HOW CAN THEY BEAR IT UP IN HEAVEN?"

WAVE AFTER WAVE.

THE WORD WITH POWER.

TO FELICIA SINGING.

EURYDICE.

THREE WORLDS.

OPPORTUNITY.

CHRIST BEFORE PILATE. A PICTURE.

NON OMNIS MORIAR.

AT DAWN OF DAY.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.

SOME TIME.

THE STARS ARE IN THE SKY ALL DAY.

NOW.

JUST BEYOND.

CONTACT.

AN EASTER SONG. (2)

CONCORD. MAY 31, 1882.

HEREAFTER.

OUR DAILY BREAD.

SLEEPING AND WAKING.

THORNS.

A NEW-ENGLAND LADY.

UNDER THE SNOW.

SONNET FOR A BIRTHDAY.

"MANY WATERS CANNOT QUENCH LOVE."

UNEXHAUSTED.

WELCOME AND FAREWELL.

LIFE.

SHUT IN.

GOOD-BY.

WHAT THE ANGEL SAID.

COMMONPLACE.

GOLD, FRANKINCENSE, AND MYRRH.

A THOUGHT.

AT FLOOD.

THE ANGELS.

NOT YET.

TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW.

"THAT WAS THE TRUE LIGHT, THAT LIGHTETH EVERY MAN THAT COMETH INTO THE WORLD."

THE STAR.

HELEN.

LUX IN TENEBRIS.

LENT.

PALM SUNDAY.

SOUL AND BODY.

SOUND AT CORE.

THE OLD VILLAGE.

A GREETING.

CHANGELESS.

EASTER.

THE WORLD IS VAST.

A FEW MORE VERSES.

By SUSAN COOLIDGE.

leaf

UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME.
———
VERSES.

By SUSAN COOLIDGE.

Price, $1.00.

ROBERTS BROTHERS,
PUBLISHERS.








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Few More Verses.








By SUSAN COOLIDGE,
AUTHOR OF “VERSES.”










BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1907










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.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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