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A Few More Verses

Chapter 92: THE ANGELS.

By Susan Coolidge

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A collection of short lyrical poems that range from contemplative religious meditations and scriptural-themed pieces to domestic and natural scenes addressing love, consolation, loss, and moral reflection. The verse mixes brief lyrics, sonnets, and occasional poems, using clear imagery of sea, dawn, and everyday life to examine faith, hope, patience, and small acts of kindness. Tone moves between consoling, meditative, and gently optimistic, favoring reflective insight and moral consolation over narrative progression.

THE ANGELS.

ARE the angels never impatient

That we are so weak and slow,

So dull to their guiding touches,

So deaf to the whispers low

With which, entreating and urging,

They follow us as we go?

Ah no! the pitiful angels

Are clearer of sight than we,

And they note not only the thing that we are,

But the thing that we fain would be,—

The hint of gold in the cumbering dross,

Of fruit on the bare, cold tree.

And I think that at times the angels

Must smile as mothers smile

At the peevish babies on their knees,

Loving them all the while,

And cheating the little ones of their pain

With sweet and motherly wile.

And if they are so patient, the angels,

How tenderer far than they

Must the mighty Lord of the angels be,

Whom the heavenly hosts obey,

Who speeds them forth on their errands,

And cares for us more than they!