| Myself and You | [7] |
| By the Sea | [8] |
| At the Close of the Year | [14] |
| Risen | [16] |
| Elizabeth Crowned | [18] |
| Who is Sufficient | [19] |
| Peace | [21] |
| Boys and Girls | [22] |
| A Smile | [23] |
| A Sparrow Alone on the Housetop | [24] |
| To Mother | [24] |
| Psalm CXXI | [25] |
| To R. T. B. | [26] |
| On New Year, 1897 | [27] |
| To Anna | [27] |
| A Song of Tens | [28] |
| Jessica | [29] |
| Transition | [29] |
| To A. H. B. | [30] |
| To Winnie | [31] |
| A Life Work | [32] |
| Visions | [32] |
| Be Ye also Ready | [39] |
| Mimosa | [40] |
| At the Crisis | [41] |
| On the Death of Dr. James E. Rhoads | [42] |
| Eternal Youth | [43] |
| Building Time | [44] |
| Sunrise | [45] |
| Neal Dow | [47] |
| "Paradise will Pay for All" | [48] |
| Forgiveness | [49] |
| A Lost Song? | [51] |
| A New Earth | [52] |
| Recall | [53] |
| Philistia's Triumph | [54] |
| The White Ribbon Army | [55] |
| Christmas | [57] |
| "A Day in June" | [57] |
| To-day | [59] |
| Losing Victories | [59] |
| Not Mine | [61] |
| In the Desert | [61] |
| A Phantom in the "Circle" | [62] |
| A Valentine | [66] |
| A Convention Hymn | [66] |
| A Collection Song | [67] |
| The Ballad of the Boundary Line | [68] |
| Margaret Lee | [71] |
| Soaring Upward | [74] |
| The End of the Road | [75] |
BY THE SEA
AND OTHER VERSES
[MYSELF AND YOU]
There are only myself and you in the world,
There are only myself and you;
'Tis clear, then, that I unto you should be kind,
And that you unto me should be true.
And if I unto you could be always kind,
And you unto me could be true,
Then the criminal courts might all be adjourned,
And the sword would have nothing to do.
A few fertile acres are all that I need,—
Not more than a hundred or two,—
And the great, wide earth holds enough, I am sure,
Enough for myself and for you.
The sweet air of heaven is free to us all;
Upon all fall the rain and the dew;
And the glorious sun in his cycle of light
Shines alike on myself and on you.
The infinite love is as broad as the sky,
And as deep as the ocean's blue,
We may breathe it, bathe in it, live in it, aye,
It is life for myself and for you.