INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A baby sat on his mother's knee 327 87 A certain prince, I have forgot his name 273 70 261 319 Across the narrow beach we flit "A Daughter of the King" am I A dew-drop came, with a spark of flame. A little pause in life—while daylight lingers 66 Allah, Allah!" cried the sick man 377 220 284 371 257 61 192 253 220 221 198 A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent A traveller through a dusty road At the spring of an arch A woman of lovely visage PAGE 240 122 307 358 Be not afraid to pray,-to pray is right 96 Count each affliction, whether light or grave 125 114 Day-stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle Down in a field, one day in June 63 354 Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven 290 Go forth in life, O friend! Golden harps are sounding Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven's first-born! Hand-in-hand with angels Hark! the hours are softly calling Hast thou within a care so deep Have you heard the tale of the Aloe plant Her Father sent her in His land to dwell He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower How beautiful the night. How calmly sinks the parting sun! How many days with mute adieu How sweet it were, if without feeble fright I am fading from you I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be If I had known in the morning If I were told that I must die to-morrow If life's pleasures cheer thee If suddenly upon the street PAGE 252 168 40 13 285 153 269 343 248 276 112 339 106 223 194 IIO 67 151 157 325 349 191 I have done at length with dreaming I hear Hope singing, sweetly singing. I hear it often in the dark I know not if the dark or bright I know not the way I am going I know not what shall befall me I look to Thee in every need I love my God, but with no love of mine I love to wander through the woodlands hoary In Athens, when all learning centred there In holy books we read how God hath spoken. In the still air the music lies unheard I reach a duty, yet I do it not I saw two clouds at morning I say to thee, do thou repeat I sought Thee round about, O Thou my God! I think about the dead by day I think we are too ready with complaint. I took a little good seed in my hand I wandered lonely as a cloud I worship thee, sweet will of God! I would be ready, Lord Jesus, Master, whose I am 121 47 259 44 128 305 170 Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill 118 218 Launch thy bark, mariner! Lead, Kindly Light! amid the encircling gloom "Live while you live!" the epicure would say 173 22 85 Lord, for the erring thought 322 Lord, it belongs not to my care 16 Lord, what a change within us one short hour 109 71 103 38 |