With purpose staunch and dauntless His senses steeped in heavenly sights, will, Sped by a noble discontent You climb toward the blue firmament: "Farther horizons every year." His soul attuned to heavenly keys, To share the common feasts of men? But, still above their fickle moods, 'Farther horizons every year." To what immeasurable height, What clear irradiance of light, What far and all-transcendent goal, Hast thou now risen, O steadfast soul! We may not follow with our eyes To where the further pathway lies; Nor guess what vision, vast and free, God keeps in store for souls like thee. But still the sentry pines, which wave Their boughs above thy honored grave, Shall be thy emblems brave and fit, Firm rooted in the stalwart sod; Blessing the earth, while spurning it, Content with nothing short of God. May 31, 1882 Publishers: Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston SUSAN COOLIDGE We shall walk wo more through the sorten plas With the faser bents c'erspread. We shall stand no have by the seething main which the dash wrach drives d'erhead; We shall park no more in the bound & the rain ван But perhaps I shall mil thend know there afan аднастирки Jean hilllor When the sea gres of her dead |