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The Measure ..
The Going of my Bride
A Lament
O snatched away
Home at Last ..
The Mother's Song
Come home; ..
Good-Night in the Porch (Extracts from)
Who shall weep?
The Long Good Night
The Mourning Mother
The Old Oak ..
Domestic Fame ..
Alone!
The Fountain of Oblivion
The Dead Friend
Not to the Multitude
A Tryst with Death
The Ocean of Shadow
The Sailor's Grave
The Martyrs of the Crianza
It is not the tear ..
The Return after Death
The North-Easter
Winter Mozings .,
Winter Longing ..
Night .. ..
Night in the Coliseum

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Midnight at Sea ..
The Starry Heavens
The Children's Kingdom ..
The Gathering of the Tribes
Whither ?
Invocation
The Holytide"..
Xmastide
Ring out, wild bells -
Church Bells
Restoration
At Last

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DAYBREAK.

A wind came up out of the sea,
And said, “O mists, make room for me.”

It hailed the ships, and cried, “Sail on,
Ye mariners, the night is gone."

It said unto the forest, “ Shout!
Hang all your leafy banners out!"
It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
And said, “O bird, awake and sing."

It whispered to the fields of corn,
“Bow down, and hail the coming morn.".

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It shouted thro' the belfry-tower,
“Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.”

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
And said, “Not yet, in quiet lie.”

H. W. Longfellow.

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INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: . The soul that rises with us, our life’s star, . : Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God who is our home:-
Hence in a season of calm weather

Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Which brought us hither,

Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

Wordsworth.

THE DIAL OF FLOWERS.

'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours,

As they floated in light away,
By the opening and the folding flowers,

That laugh to the summer's day.
Thus had each moment its own rich hue,

And its graceful cup and bell,
In whose coloured vase might sleep the dew,

Like a pearl in an ocean-shell.

To such sweet signs might the time have flow'd

In a golden current on,
Ere from the garden, man's first abode,

The glorious guests were gone.
So might the days have been brightly told,

Those days of song and dreams-
When shepherds gathered their flocks of old

By the blue Arcadian streams.

Yet is not life, in its real flight,

Marked thus, even thus, on earth,
By the closing of one hope's delight,

And another’s gentle birth ?
O let us live, so that flower by flower,

Shutting in turn may leave
A lingerer still for the sunset hour,

A charm for the shaded eve.

Mrs. Hemans.

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