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twilight into
day.
"The best of earth shall still remain,
And heaven's eternal years shall

prove
That life and death, and joy and pain,
Are ministers of Love."
THE LAST EVE OF SUMMER.
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines
Through yon columnar
pines,
And on the deepening shadows of the lawn
Its golden lines
are drawn.
Dreaming of long gone summer days like this,
Feeling the wind's soft
kiss,
Grateful and glad that failing ear and sight
Have still their old
delight,
I sit alone, and watch the warm, sweet day
Lapse tenderly away;

And, wistful, with a feeling of forecast,
I ask, "Is this the last?
"Will nevermore for me the seasons run
Their round, and will the sun

Of ardent summers yet to come forget
For me to rise and set?"
Thou shouldst be here, or I should be with thee
Wherever thou mayst
be,
Lips mute, hands clasped, in silences of speech
Each answering
unto each.
For this still hour, this sense of mystery far
Beyond the evening star,

No words outworn suffice on lip or scroll:
The soul would fain
with soul
Wait, while these few swift-passing days fulfil
The wise-disposing
Will,
And, in the evening as at morning, trust
The All-Merciful and
Just.
The solemn joy that soul-communion feels
Immortal life reveals;

And human love, its prophecy and sign,
Interprets love divine.
Come then, in thought, if that alone may be,
O friend! and bring with
thee
Thy calm assurance of transcendent Spheres
And the Eternal
Years!
August 31, 1890.

TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
8TH Mo. 29TH, 1892.
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks
before his death.
Among the thousands who with hail and cheer
Will welcome thy new
year,
How few of all have passed, as thou and I,
So many
milestones by!
We have grown old together; we have seen,
Our youth and age
between,
Two generations leave us, and to-day
We with the third
hold way,
Loving and loved. If thought must backward run
To those who, one
by one,
In the great silence and the dark beyond
Vanished with
farewells fond,
Unseen, not lost; our grateful memories still
Their vacant places fill,

And with the full-voiced greeting of new friends
A tenderer
whisper blends.
Linked close in a pathetic brotherhood
Of mingled ill and good,
Of
joy and grief, of grandeur and of shame,
For pity more than blame,--
The gift is thine the weary world to make
More cheerful for thy sake,

Soothing the ears its Miserere pains,
With the old Hellenic strains,
Lighting the sullen face of discontent
With smiles for blessings sent.

Enough of selfish wailing has been had,
Thank God! for notes
more glad.
Life is indeed no holiday; therein
Are want, and woe, and sin,

Death and its nameless fears, and over all
Our pitying tears must fall.
Sorrow is real; but the counterfeit
Which folly brings to it,
We need
thy wit and wisdom to resist,
O rarest Optimist!

Thy hand, old friend! the service of our days,
In differing moods and
ways,
May prove to those who follow in our train
Not valueless nor
vain.
Far off, and faint as echoes of a dream,
The songs of boyhood seem,

Yet on our autumn boughs, unflown with spring,
The evening
thrushes sing.
The hour draws near, howe'er delayed and late,
When at the Eternal
Gate
We leave the words and works we call our own,
And lift void
hands alone
For love to fill. Our nakedness of soul
Brings to that Gate no toll;

Giftless we come to Him, who all things gives,
And live because He
lives.
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