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U NC OL L E C T E D A N D O T H E R P OE M S | 193 “It matters little about me if so I be Able to make the effort of one soul Help on the whole. “Only not too much pain! Oh not again That anguish of dead years— Terror and tears!” (The Living of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, 135–36) For 1899 For this New Year—and last, Of the century nearly past— Help me to grow! Help me to fill the days With deeds of loving praise For the splendid truths I know. Help me to finish clear All claims of the old year— And all behind; And to meet all duties new With loving service due And a steadfast mind. A clear and steadfast mind! Help me, O God, to find Such hold on you As may dispel disease, That I may work in peace, Work deep, work true. Slowly so long—and dark! Down at the lowest mark— The light grows now! God! I am seeking still To learn and do your will— Still show me how! (The Living of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, 277) [So proud of our grandsires are we] So proud of our grandsires are we Each old house wears a sign, as you see; If a house we have not, Then we label the lot, And hang up the sign on a tree. (The Living of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, 325) ...

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