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].