Lucy Larcom Poems

LIFE is growth, and growth is change:
Shall the new be counted strange,
While the rich Past lends perfume
To the Present in its bloom?
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How will it be
When you at last in heaven we see, —
Dear souls, whose footsteps in lost days,
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The roadside forests here and there were touched with tawny gold;
The days were shortening, and at dusk the sea looked blue and cold;
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NOT weary of Thy world,
So beautiful, O Father, in Thy love, —
Thy world, that, glory-lighted from above,
Lies in Thy hand impearled:
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HEAVENLY Father, I would wear
Angel-garments, white and fair:
Angel-vesture undefiled
Wilt Thou give unto Thy child?
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THE seas of thought are deep and wide;
Let those who will, O friend of mine,
Sail forth without a chart or guide,
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DRAW Thou my soul, O Christ,
Closer to Thine!
Breathe into every wish
Thy will divine!
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IN Christ I feel the heart of God
Throbbing from heaven through earth;
Life stirs again within the clod;
Renewed in beauteous birth,
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Dawn
O GOD, Thy world is sweet with prayer;
The breath of Christ is in the air;
We rise on Thy free Spirit's wings,
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THIS my comfort is in sorrow:
Every grief I have is Thine:
Heaviest clouds around me borrow
Radiance from Thy smile divine.
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