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Be, rather than be called, a child of God .
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn
But to be still ! oh, but to cease awhile
Comes something down with eventide
Consider the sea's listless chime
Courage of heart and hand, Faith first of all
Darkling, methinks, the path of life is grown
Day after day, until to-day
Dear and great angel, wouldst thou only leave
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire
Dear night, this world's defeat
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Death was full urgent with thee, sister dear
Die down, O dismal day, and let me live
Die to thy root, sweet flower
Dim shadows gather thickly round
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Dreaming I slept. Three crosses stood
Drop, drop, slow tears
Each day a page is of my being's book
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky
Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
Fair leaf so crisped and curled and yet so fair
Father, I know that all
Fear death, to feel the fog in my throat
Fever and fret and aimless stir .
Five years have passed, five summers, with the length
Follow me, Jesus said, and they uprose
From low to high doth dissolution climb .
Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord
Give pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries
Glad sight, wherever new with old .
Go thou into thy closet, shut thy door
Grieve not much for loss of wealth.
Had this effulgence disappeared
Happy those early days when I
Here by the sunless lake there is no air
How didst thou start, thou holy Baptist, bid
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
How pure at heart and sound in head
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth
How sweet it were if, without feeble fright
How the blithe lark runs up the golden stair
I cannot mount to heaven beneath this ban
I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away
I classed, appraising once
I count the dismal time by months and years
I do not ask, O Lord, that life should be .
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 .
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 .
I sought you, friends of youth, in sun and shade
I struck the board and cried, No more
In this dim world of clouding cares
It chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas eve
It fortifies my soul to know
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
It is not growing like a tree
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I watched a rosebud very long .
I wish that when you died last May.
I worship Thee, sweet will of God
I would I were a child
Joy for the promise of our loftier homes
Knows he who tills this lonely field.
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom .
Leave me, O Love which reachest but to dust .
Lessons sweet of Spring returning
Let me not deem that I was made in vain
Let us not teach and preach so much
Life and thought have gone away
Life, I know not what thou art
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet
Like morning or the early buds in Spring .
Like one pale, flitting, lonely gleam
Little thinks in the field yon red-cloaked clown
Live all thy sweet life through .
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been
Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice
Lord, what a change within us one short hour
Lord, what am I that with unceasing care
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round
Love in thy heart like living waters rose .
Love is the star by which our course we steer
Man dwells apart, though not alone.
Methinks we do as fretful children do
Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
Mountain gorses, ever golden .
Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness
My God, I heard this day
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
Mysterious night, when our first parent knew
Nature's least worthy growths have quickest spring.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
O for the happy days gone by ·
Of this fair volume which we world do name
O God, impart thy blessing to my cries
() God, I thank Thee for a homely taste
O happy days, O months, O years
O it is hard to work for God
O Lord, my heart is sick .
O living will that shalt endure
One feast, of holy days the crest
One month is passed, another is begun
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee
One who was suffering tumult in his soul .
O only source of all our light and life
O sing, clear brook, sing on, while, in a dream
O sweet and still around the hill
0 Thou of purer eyes than to behold
O Thou who, as our knowledge grows
Our love is not a fading, earthly flower
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control
Sad soul, whom God, resuming what He gave.
Say not the struggle nought availeth
See how the Orient dew .
Since Nature's works be good, and death doth serve
She sat and wept beside his feet; the weight
Some future day, when what is now is not
Soul of my friend, if in thy heavenly rest .
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
Stern daughter of the voice of God .
Still young and fine! but what is still in view
Strong Son of God, immortal love .
Surprised by joy, impatient as the wind
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet maiden, for so calm a life
Take them, O Death, and bear away
That music breathes all through my spirit
The lights o'er yonder snowy range .
The lost days of my life until to-day
The morning mist is cleared away
The mother will not turn who thinks she hears .
I make will then be sweet indeed
There is a book who runs may read .
There is a garden where lilies .
There is an awful quiet in the air
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream .
These blessed passing pleasures