Susan Coolidge,
A Few More Verses
“ O potter’s field, did I call you bare?No garden on earth can be more fair!For deathless love has a deathless bloom,And the lily of faithfulness a flower,And they grow beside each lowly tomb,And balm it with fragrance every hour;And with God, who forgiveth till seven times seven,A potter’s field may be gate of heaven. [201] UNEXHAUSTED.ARE all the songs sung, all the music played?Are the keys quite worn out, and soundless quite,Which since sweet fancy’s dawning day have madePerpetual melody for man’s delight,And charmed the dull day and the heavy night? ”
