An age so blest that, by its side, [268].
An angel came from the courts of gold, [47].
An easy thing, O Power divine, [106].
An old farm house with meadows wide, [103].
And all is well, though faith and form, [186].
"And do the hours step fast or slow, [48].
And, for success, I ask no more, [35].
And good may ever conquer ill, [232].
And he drew near and talked with them, [227].
And now we only ask to serve, [86].