CONTENTS TO PART SECOND.
| Page | |
| 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,