INDEX OF FIRST LINES. An asterisk denotes that omissions have been made in the A few short hours ago, and all the land Angels of Growth, of old in that surprise. As one dark morn I trod a forest glade As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay . Away, haunt thou not me Beauty may be the path to highest good Be thou content, be still before Blest be Thy love, dear Lord. *Comes something down with eventide PAGE 8 31 I 20 136 171 I 59 91 23 6 69 92 83 53 102 100 4 133 Darkling, methinks, the path of life is grown P GE 148 62 3 58 17 43 114 Father, I know that all my life Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling Father, I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand Five years have past; five summers, with the length *God, whom I as love have known. *Go not far from me, O my Strength *Hark, my soul, how every thing *Hither thou com'st. The busie wind all night How do the rivulets find their way I ask not now for gold to gild. I bless Thee, Lord, for sorrows sent *I cannot, cannot say . I cannot find Thee. Still on restless pinion I hear it often in the dark In calm and cool and silence once again PAGE 141 66 96 106 93 19 42 123 54 68 81 Knows he who tills this lonely field Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom. Life of our life, and Light of all our seeing Little face, so sweet, so fair *Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown *Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice *Lord, should we oft forget to sing. *Lord, with what courage and delight. Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness My child is lying on my knees *My heart is resting, O my God. 136 125 IIO My little doves have left a nest Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew *Now with the rising golden dawn O beauteous things of earth O fevered eyes, with searching strained O Love Divine, of all that is . O only Source of all our light and life . O stream descending to the sea *O tell me whence that joy doth spring O Thou, who givest to the woodland wren O years, gone down into the past O yet we trust that somehow good *Plainness and clearness without shadow of stain. Prophetic Hope, thy fine discourse. Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control. Sad is our youth, for it is ever going Sad soul, whom God, resuming what He gave |