Be, rather than be called, a child of God. Comes something down with eventide Courage of heart and hand, Faith first of all Darkling, methinks, the path of life is grown Dear and great angel, wouldst thou only leave Dear night, this world's defeat Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Die down, O dismal day, and let me live Dim shadows gather thickly round Each day a page is of my being's book Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee Fair leaf so crisped and curled and yet so fair Father, I know that all my life Fear death, to feel the fog in my throat Five years have passed, five summers, with the length From low to high doth dissolution climb . Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord Had this effulgence disappeared Here by the sunless lake there is no air How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth I cannot mount to heaven beneath this ban I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away I count the dismal time by months and years If fate Love's dear ambition mar If only once the chariot of the morn If we with earnest effort could succeed I got me flowers to strew thy way I grieve not that ripe knowledge takes away I have been in the meadows all the day I heard a thousand blended notes I mourn no more my vanished years. 288 72 In trouble for my sin I cried to God I plucked a honeysuckle where I said the darkness shall content my soul I saw two children hushed to death I say to thee, do thou repeat Is not the body more than meat, the soul 104 48 140 261 180 162 I sought you, friends of youth, in sun and shade In this dim world of clouding cares It chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas eve I think this is the very stillest place. I thought to meet no more, so dreary seemed It is a beauteous evening, calm and free PAGE 226 90 267 82 149 53 20 I wandered lonely as a cloud I watched a rosebud very long. 49 I wish that when you died last May. 280 I worship Thee, sweet will of God Joy for the promise of our loftier homes Knows he who tills this lonely field. Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom. Life, I know not what thou art Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet Little thinks in the field yon red-cloaked clown Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been Lord, what a change within us one short hour Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round Man dwells apart, though not alone. Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness My heart is full of inarticulate pain My heart is resting, O my God My heart leaps up when I behold My life is like a stroll upon the beach My little doves have left a nest My mind was ruffled with small cares to-day Nature's least worthy growths have quickest spring. Of all the thoughts of God that are Of this fair volume which we world do name O God, impart thy blessing to my cries O it is hard to work for God O living will that shalt endure PAGE O sing, clear brook, sing on, while, in a dream 222 55 Sad soul, whom God, resuming what He gave . Since Nature's works be good, and death doth serve She sat and wept beside his feet; the weight Soul of my friend, if in thy heavenly rest. Still young and fine! but what is still in view There is a garden where lilies . The mother will not turn who thinks she hears. There is an awful quiet in the air There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream |