Who seeks for heaven alone, [76].

Whoever plants a leaf beneath the sod, [193].

Why comes temptation but for men to meet, [16].

Why fret thee, soul, [94].

Why not leave them all with Jesus, [242].

Why wakes not life the desert bare and lone, [265].

Why win we not at once what we in prayer require, [137].

With comrade Duty, in the dark, [31].

With fame in just proportion envy grows, [40].

With patient course thy path of duty run, [198].