A DEDICATORY POEM

This poem was later republished in Poems: Po. 28

And the eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that hear shall hearken.— Isaiah.

Thou All in All, of every age,
     And rising, radiant sphere—
Help us to write a deathless page
     Of truth—this waning year.

Help us to humbly seek and sow
     And reap Thy wise behest—
Whate'er the boon, a joy, or woe—
     Knowing Thou knowest best.

Aid the soul-sense to soar and sing
     Above the tempest's glee;
Give us the eagle's fearless wing,
     The dove's to mount to Thee.

All-Merciful, how faint, unfed,
     Is every hungry heart;
Give us each day our daily bread,
     In knowing what Thou art.

Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., August, 1898.

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