With trainèd voice and ripened art,
She gently stands where once she stood,
And sings from out her deeper heart.
Sing on, dear Singer! sing again;
And we will listen to the strain,
Till soaring earth greets bending Heaven,
And seven-fold songs grow seventy-seven.

SUSAN COOLIDGE_




POEMS

BY

JEAN INGELOW

_IN TWO VOLUMES_

VOL. II.




BOSTON

ROBERTS BROTHERS