The setting sun was sinking fast The spring has buds, however late The waves were dashing loud and high There is a joy PAGE 94 37 260 112 53 58 17 110 233 PAGE Watchman, what of the night We bless Thee for the quiet sleep 119 271 We took them to the woods one day What no human eye hath seen What various turns of chance and fate When on the fragrant sandal tree 197 232 25 173 62 83 Above the mist, above the cloud A dewdrop falling on the ocean wave Ah! why you'll ask A king for earthly wisdom prayed A little brook went singing A little herb Although the vine its fruit deny A privacy of glorious light A rock there is 209 70 |