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Poems

Chapter 3: THE SWEETEST SONGS.
By Cora C. Bass
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A compact collection of short lyrics and occasional longer pieces that pair devotional reflection with sentimental and patriotic themes. Poems move between nature scenes, seascapes, and seasonal detail to explore faith, hope, duty, and the consolations of memory. Language tends toward clear, hymnlike phrasing and moral admonition, with moments of celebratory exhortation and public commemoration interspersed among intimate domestic and pastoral sketches.

CONTENTS.

The Sweetest Songs 7
Unbidden Guests 9
Sea and Cliff 10
The March of Time 11
A Gift 12
Would We Dwell on the Mountain Height? 14
Chill not the Heart that Trusts Thee 15
He Lies in State 16
Hope-On-River 17
At Sea 18
Mirth 19
Flora 20
Where Passaconaway Was Wont to Stand 21
Spring 22
Kearsarge 23
Dead on the Field of Battle 24
Listen, Comrades 28
Memorial Poem 33
Arise, My Soul 37
A Hymn of Praise 38
Bright as the Sunshine After Showers 40
Bunker Hill 41
Rising Tide 43
The Glorious Fourth 44
The Lord will Provide 47
Joy 49
The Missing Path 50
Life 51
Another Day 52
The Future 53
Do Not Say That the World is Cold 54
A Song to the Zephyr 56
Laugh and be Happy 58
Spare the Trees 59
Thoughts of You 60
True, Ah, True, the Roses Fall 62
Laugh On 64
The Worker Bee 65
The Comforter 66
The Clouds Cannot Last Forever 67
The Heart That is Hard to Win 68
Sleep, Minstrel, Sleep 69
The Storm 70
'Mid Eternal Snow 71
Our Dear Ones 72
Even-Tide 74
Press On! 75

Poems.

THE SWEETEST SONGS.

The sweetest songs are left unsung,
The sweetest themes unread,
The sweetest chords are left unstrung,
The sweetest words unsaid.
How strange it is, and yet how true,
Surpassing mortal ken,
We still can catch a blessed view
Of thought and times and men.
Though brightest paths remain unknown,
And few the heights we tread,
Though we must struggle on alone
With deepest tears unshed;
Although our hearts are anguish wrung
And ev'ry effort pain,
If we can keep another young,
We have not lived in vain.
'Tis said the fairest buds decay;
Perhaps they do, and yet,
Upon the darkest, dullest way
How many flowers are met.
The happy hours so quickly flee
We sigh to see them go,
When out upon life's troubled sea
The moments move so slow.
Shall sweetest songs be left unsung?
The sweetest themes unread?
The sweetest chords be left unstrung?
The sweetest words unsaid?
When we have but to do our best,
The very best we can,
To have the future richly blest
Of God and truth and man.