Look in his face, look in his eyes, Look off, dear love, across the sallow sands, M 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, Mother, I see with your nursery light, . My faith looks up to Thee, Near the lake where droop'd the willow, PAGE. 236 36 270 52 196 22 100 O! a wonderful stream is the river Time, 59 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, 219 183 288 Off with your hat as the flag goes by, 198 Of manners and tricks, as erratic, 157 Old coat, for some three or four seasons, 267 Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, 271 115 Old wine to drink, 50 Once he sang of summer, One stormy morn I chanced to meet, On long, serene midsummer days, 229 258 25 94 163 PAGE. Only a fallen horse, stretched out there on the road, O would God call a halt,-one moment's halt, P Pipe, little minstrels of the waning year, 214 "Room for the leper! Room!" And, as he came, 109 181 S See, from this counterfeit of him, So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn, 66 'Speak! speak! thou fearful guest," 135 140 70 266 149 31 143 53 175 128 294 107 T Tell me not in mournful numbers, 75 Tell me what is sorrow? It is a garden bed, The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, 15 The day is done, and the darkness, 14 The farmer sat in his easy chair, The shabby street-cars jingling go, The snow had begun in the gloaming, . The Summer comes and the Summer goes, PAGE. 189 260 138 237 209 146 16 268 49 225 292 179 156 The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, The wind from out the west is blowing, The wind is awake, pretty leaves, pretty leaves, 297 156 294 They do neither plight nor wed, There are gains for all our losses, There are three ways in which men take, There, little girl; don't cry, There is no flock, however watched and tended, There's a gilded vane on the tall church spire, "There on the left!" said the colonel: the battle had shuddered and faded away, There will be news to-morrow, 'Tis but a little faded flower, This ancient silver bowl of mine,-it tells of good old ΙΟΙ 71 54 275 252 98 171 131 95 23 222 This dead man, soon to seek oblivious earth, ΙΟ 102 174 9 To him who in the love of Nature, holds, Too long, too long we keep the level plain, 30 195 Two shall be born the whole wide world apart, 12 297 U Under my keel another boat, W Way down upon de Swanee ribber, When the grass shall cover me, When the little boy ran away from home, PAGE. 149 212 158 178 200 124 2 84 When meeting-bells began to toll, When Molly came home from the party to-night, When she comes home again! A thousand ways, When the Autumn winds nip all the hill-grasses brown, When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away, When, while he slumbers on my knee, soft gleams, "Why Bob, you dear old fellow," Why is it the children don't love me, With what sorrow, with what sadness,. Y Yes, cross in rest the little snow-white hands, You've quizzed me often and puzzled me long, |