Susan Coolidge,
A Few More Verses
“ God’s goodness grants this boon,—that thou shalt see,And hold communion for a little spaceWith that dear child so lately gone from thee.Arise, and haste away; God may not let her stay.” [74] So we arose, and quickly we went forth;How could we slight such all undreamed-of boon?And when we reached the ultimate far North—All in a hush of frozen afternoon,Lit by a dim sun-ray, liker to night than day ”
