CONTENTS
(alphabetical)
| PAGE | |
| Absolution | [167] |
| Adventurer, The | [58] |
| After Sixty Years | [11] |
| Appeal, The | [93] |
| “At Evening Time there Shall be Light” | [150] |
| At the Sound of the Drum | [67] |
| Ballad of the White Lady, The | [43] |
| Betrayed | [109] |
| By Faith with Thanksgiving | [91] |
| Chains Invisible | [147] |
| Christmas Hymn | [164] |
| Crown of Life, The | [157] |
| Dirge | [125] |
| Discretion | [86] |
| Ebb-tide | [132] |
| Entreaty | [83] |
| Evening Prayer | [162] |
| Evening Song | [129] |
| Faith | [62] |
| Faute de Mieux | [99] |
| February | [139] |
| Forest Pool, The | [84] |
| Ghost Bereft, The | [50] |
| Goose Girl, The | [69] |
| Guardian Angel, The | [74] |
| Haunted | [123] |
| Heart of Grief, The | [115] |
| Heart of Joy, The | [113] |
| Heart of Sadness, The | [111] |
| In Eclipse | [103] |
| In the Enchanted Tower | [60] |
| Last Act, The | [97] |
| “Love Well the Hour” | [107] |
| Magnificat | [159] |
| Maidenhood | [152] |
| Medway Song | [144] |
| Monk, The | [155] |
| New College Gardens, Oxford | [135] |
| Offering, The | [82] |
| On the Downs | [133] |
| Out of Hope | [121] |
| Pedlar, The | [71] |
| Portrait, A | [80] |
| Prelude | [66] |
| Promise of Spring, The | [141] |
| Queen of England, The | [3] |
| Refusal, The | [64] |
| Requiem | [117] |
| “Shepherds all and Maidens Fair” | [77] |
| Song in Autumn | [95] |
| Song of Long Ago | [101] |
| Song of Peace and Honour | [35] |
| Song of Trafalgar | [26] |
| Special Pleading | [105] |
| Spring Song | [88] |
| Teint Neutre | [119] |
| “This Desirable Mansion” | [131] |
| To a Tulip Bulb | [137] |
| Too Late | [90] |
| Trafalgar Day | [24] |
| Vain Spell, The | [55] |
| Waterloo Day | [32] |
I
TO THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND
[June 22, 1897]
Come forth! the world’s aflame with flags and flowers,
The shout of bells fills full the shattered air,
This is the crown of all your golden hours,
More than all other hours august and fair;
This did the years prepare,
A triumph for our Lady and our Queen,
More rich than any king in any land hath seen.
Clothed are your streets with scarlet, gold, and blue,
Flowers under foot and banners over head,
And while your people’s voice storms Heaven for you
About your way are voiceless blessings shed,
And over you are spread
Wide wings of love, free love, tamed to your hand,
Love that gold cannot buy, nor Majesty command.
Not these mere visible millions only, share
Your triumph—here all English hearts beat high,
Nations far off your royal colours wear,
And swell with unheard voice this loyal cry
That strikes the English sky:
A cloud of unseen witnesses is here
To testify how great is England’s Queen, and dear.