"How kind, how generous you are, to send me this precious volume! I find many fine poems in it and only wish I could hear you read them."
And so, as always before, on all the New Years of all her lovely life, the old year went out and the New Year came in to the music of gracious words. Her life, marking the calendar with kindly deeds and beautiful thought, leaves as its legacy
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... the assurance strong That love, which fails of perfect utterance here, Lives on to fill the heavenly atmosphere With its immortal song. |
[CHAPTER IX]
1907-1908
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... May she meet With long-lost faces through the endless days; Find youth again, and life with love replete, In amethystine meadows where she strays; And hear celestial music, strangely sweet, By the still waters of the lilied ways.—Longfellow. |
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... A Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See Christ stand!—Browning. |
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Break, ties that bind me to this world of sense, Break, now, and loose me on the upper air; Those skies are blue; and that far dome more fair With prophecy of some divine, intense, Undreamed-of rapture. Ah, from thence I catch a music that my soul would snare With its strange sweetness; and I seem aware. Of Life that waits to crown this life's suspense.—L.C.M. |
IN any thought of Mrs. Moulton's life, through which gleamed always the double thread of friendship and song, certain words of the Rev. Dr. Ames associate themselves,—that all our time here is God's time, "which we measure off by days and years, that we are, even now, continually with Him in the great Forever, embosomed in the infinite power and purity." In Mrs. Moulton's own words, it is only