INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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poem indicated.

Across the narrow beach we flit

A few short hours ago, and all the land
*Ah me! we doubt the shining skies

A little bird I am .

Angels of Growth, of old in that surprise.
Another hand is beckoning us

Art thou the Life

As one dark morn I trod a forest glade

As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed

As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay .

Beauty may be the path to highest good

Be thou content, be still before

Blest be Thy love, dear Lord.

*Comes something down with eventide
*Cometh sunshine after rain

Darkling, methinks, the path of life is grown
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
*Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my side
*Dear, secret greenness ! nurst below.

Each hath its place in the Eternal Plan
*Ere on my bed my limbs I lay
Every day brings a ship.

Father, I know that all my life

Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling

*Father, into Thy loving hands

Father, I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand
*Fighting the battle of life.

*God, whom I as love have known.
*Go not far from me, O my Strength

How pure at heart and sound in head .
Iues of the rich unfolding morn

I ask not now for gold to gild.

I bless Thee, Lord, for sorrows sent

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Five years have past; five summers, with the length
From past regret and present faithlessness

*Hark, my soul, how every thing
*Hither thou com'st. The busie wind all night
How do the rivulets find their way

*I cannot, cannot say .

I cannot find Thee. Still on restless pinion

I hear it often in the dark

I know not what among the grass thou art

I lay me down to sleep

*I like a church, I like a cowl

I look to Thee in every need

I mourn no more my vanished years

In calm and cool and silence once again

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes

In the mid silence of the voiceless night

*I see the wrong that round me lies

I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty
I stand upon the summit of my years

I wandered lonely as a cloud

*I worship Thee, sweet Will of God

Knows he who tills this lonely field
*Know well, my soul, God's hand controls

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
Let whosoever will, inquire

Life of our life, and Light of all our seeing

Like a blind spinner in the sun

Little face, so sweet, so fair

*Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
*Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice
*Lord, should we oft forget to sing.
*Lord, with what courage and delight.

Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness

My child is lying on my knees

*My heart is resting, O my God.

My little doves have left a nest
Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew

*Now with the rising golden dawn.

beauteous things of earth

O fevered eyes, with searching strained
*Oh, it is hard to work for God

O Love Divine, of all that is

Once on a time, when tempted to repine
Only ten miles from the city

O only Source of all our light and life .
O Shadow in a sultry land

O stream descending to the sea

*O tell me whence that joy doth spring

O Thou, who givest to the woodland wren

*O unseen Spirit, now a calm divine

O years, gone down into the past
O yet we trust that somehow good

*Plainness and clearness without shadow of stain.
Prophetic Hope, thy fine discourse

Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control.

Round holy Rabia's suffering bed

Sad is our youth, for it is ever going

Sad soul, whom God, resuming what He gave
Say not, the struggle nought availeth
*Scarcely Hope hath shaped for me
She stood outside the gate of heaven
Since Eden, it keeps the secret
Since in a land not barren still

*So sometimes comes to soul and sense
Stern Daughter of the voice of God

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh
*Such was the boy-but for the growing youth
Sweet is the solace of Thy love

Tears wash away the atoms of the eye.
The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep
*The Future hides in it.

The golden sea its mirror spreads
The Lord is in His Holy Place
The night is made for cooling shade
*There are, in this loud stunning tide

The ship may sink.

The two best gifts in all the perfect world
The wind ahead, the billows high

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They passed away from sight and hand
Thought is deeper than all speech
Thou Grace Divine, encircling all

Thru tellest truths unspoken yet by man.
*Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me
*Thou that hast given so much to me.
Thou, who dost dwell alone

'Tis a dull, sullen day, — the gray beach o'er

Vainly I strive through the darkness to see.

*We cannot kindle when we will

"What are you looking at?” the farmer said
What may we take into the vast Forever.

What we, when face to face we see
*What within me and without

When I consider how my light is spent