CONTENTS TO PART SECOND.

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To Arcite at the Wars[13]
New every Morning[15]
Lohengrin[17]
A Single Stitch[19]
Reply[20]
Talitha Cumi[23]
The Better Way[25]
Forever[27]
Miracle[29]
Charlotte Brontë[32]
End and Means[34]
Comforted[36]
Words[39]
Influence[41]
An Easter Song[43]
So Long Ago[45]
A Birthday[47]
Derelict[49]
H. H[51]
Freedom[54]
The Vision and the Summons[56]
Forecast[59]
Early Taken[61]
Some Lover’s Dear Thought[64]
Ashes[66]
One Lesser Joy[68]
Close at Hand[71]
Only a Dream[73]
At the Altar[77]
Eternity[79]
Restfulness[81]
In and On[83]
A Day-time Moon[85]
A Midnight Sun[87]
Her Voice[90]
A Florentine Juliet[92]
Here and There[106]
Forward[108]
In her Garden[110]
On Easter Day[113]
“Der Abend ist der Beste”[115]
Optimism[117]
“He shall drink of the Brook by the Way”[120]
Three Pictures[122]
The Two Shores[125]
“Arise, shine, for thy Light has come”[127]
A Withered Violet[129]
Darkened[131]
The Keys of Granada[133]
Bereaved[135]
“How can they bear it up in Heaven?”[138]
Wave after Wave[141]
The Word with Power[143]
To Felicia Singing[146]
Eurydice[148]
Three Worlds[150]
Opportunity[153]
Christ before Pilate[155]
Non Omnis Moriar[158]
At Dawn of Day[161]
What might have been[163]
Some Time[166]
The Stars are in the Sky all Day[168]
Now[171]
Just Beyond[172]
Contact[175]
An Easter Song[178]
Concord[181]
Hereafter[184]
Our Daily Bread[186]
Sleeping and Waking[188]
Thorns[190]
A New-England Lady[192]
Under the Snow[195]
Sonnet for a Birthday[197]
“Many Waters cannot quench Love”[198]
Unexhausted[201]
Welcome and Farewell[203]
Life[205]
Shut in[207]
Good-by[209]
What the Angel said[211]
Commonplace[216]
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh[217]
A Thought[219]
At Flood[221]
The Angels[223]
Not Yet[225]
To-day and To-morrow[227]
“That was the True Light, that lighteth every Man that cometh into the World”[228]
The Star[230]
Helen[232]
Lux in Tenebris[235]
Lent[237]
Palm Sunday[240]
Soul and Body[242]
Sound at Core[245]
The Old Village[247]
A Greeting[252]
Changeless[254]
Easter[255]
The World is Vast[257]

TO ARCITE AT THE WARS.
1759.

A THOUSAND leagues of wind-blown space,

A thousand leagues of sea,

Half of the great earth’s hiding face

Divides mine eyes from thee;

The world is strong, the waves are wide,

But my good-will is stronger still,

My love, than wind or tide.

These sentinels which Fate has set

To bar and hold me here

I make my errand-men, to get

A message to thine ear.

The winds shall waft, the waters bear,

And spite of seas I, when I please,

Can reach thee everywhere.

Prayers are like birds to find the way;

Thoughts have a swifter flight;

And mine stream forth to thee all day,

Nor stop to rest by night.

Like silent angels at thy side

They stand unseen, they bend and lean,

They bless and warn and guide.

There is no near, there is no far,

There is no loss or change,

To love which, like a fixèd star,

Abideth in one range,

And shines, and shines, with quenchless eyes,

And sends long rays in many ways

To lighten distant skies.

Where sight is not, faith brighter burns;

So faithfully I wait,

Secure that loyal loving earns

Its guerdon soon or late,—

Secure, though lacking word or sign,

That thy true thought keeps as it ought

Tryst with each thought of mine.