Page:The Pathfinder, Swiggett, June 1911.djvu/8

4 there is, but faith to master it; loss may come, but hope is still victorious, death itself yielding to immortality.

Now and again is struck a note of such perfect joyousness as this:—

One of the most delightful phases of Mrs. Coates's verse is her appreciation of nature. Her handling of the theme, in its myriad, ever-wonderful charm and change, emphasizes anew the fact that nature-poetry is not mere description of landscape in metrical form, but rather the expression of one or another of the countless vital relationships that exist between nature and the deep heart of man. For this one needs to be endowed with an intuitive sympathy to supplement observation, and with culture of