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CHILDREN

       LOVE IS HOME

       FAITH

       WAITING

       OUR SHIP

       MY HEART THY LARK

       TWO IN ONE

       BEDTIME

       A PRAYER

       A SONG PRAYER

       SONGS OF THE DAYS AND NIGHTS

       SONGS OF THE SUMMER DAYS

       SONGS OF THE SUMMER NIGHTS

       SONGS OF THE AUTUMN DAYS

       SONGS OF THE AUTUMN NIGHTS

       SONGS OF THE WINTER DAYS

       SONGS OF THE WINTER NIGHTS

       SONGS OF THE SPRING DAYS

       SONGS OF THE SPRING NIGHTS

       A BOOK OF DREAMS

       ROADSIDE POEMS

       BETTER THINGS

       AN OLD SERMON WITH A NEW TEXT

       LITTLE ELFIE

       RECIPROCITY

       THE SHADOWS

       THE CHILD-MOTHER

       HE HEEDED NOT

       THE SHEEP AND THE GOAT

       THE WAKEFUL SLEEPER

       A DREAM OF WAKING

       A MANCHESTER POEM

       WHAT THE LORD SAITH

       HOW SHALL HE SING WHO HATH NO SONG?

       THIS WORLD

       SAINT PETER

       ZACCHAEUS

       AFTER THOMAS KEMPIS

       TO AND OF FRIENDS

       TO LADY NOEL BYRON

       TO THE SAME

       TO AURELIO SAFFI

       A THANKSGIVING FOR F. D. MAURICE

       GEORGE ROLLESTON

       TO GORDON, LEAVING KHARTOUM

       SONG OF THE SAINTS AND ANGELS

       FAILURE

       TO E. G., DEDICATING A BOOK

       TO G. M. T.

       IN MEMORIUM

      WITHIN AND WITHOUT

       Table of Contents

      A Dramatic Poem.

      What life it is, and how that all these lives do gather—

       With outward maker's force, or like an inward father.

      SIR PHILIP SIDNEY'S Arcadia.

      Written December and January, 1850-51.

      TO L.P.M.D.

      Receive thine own; for I and it are thine.

       Thou know'st its story; how for forty days—

       Weary with sickness and with social haze,

       (After thy hands and lips with love divine

       Had somewhat soothed me, made the glory shine,

       Though with a watery lustre,) more delays

       Of blessedness forbid—I took my ways

       Into a solitude, Invention's mine;

       There thought and wrote, afar, and yet with thee.

       Those days gone past, I came, and brought a book;

       My child, developed since in limb and look.

       It came in shining vapours from the sea,

       And in thy stead sung low sweet songs to me,

       When the

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