Believe not each Beneath Moriah's rocky side Beside a massive gateway Birds, joyous birds. Beyond this life By the lone fountain Can angel spirits need repose Count not the days Dear friend, whose presence in the house Earth is no home of thine Ethereal minstrel, pilgrim of the sky Far on yon heath, so lone and wild Far out at sea Fear to ask Flowers of the field For all that God in mercy sends From the far off fields From each day's care we gladly flee Gently think, and gently speak 243 How busily thou weav'st How many plants, we call them weeds How wearily and drearily I cannot plainly see the way I heard the wavelet kiss the shore I mourn no more my vanished years I slept and dreamt that life was beauty In every object here 1 see In every season In silence mighty things are wrought It waved not through an eastern sky Jesu, bless our slender boat Like to the falling of a star 170 Lord, I have toiled all night. Lord, lead the way Lord, who ordainest for mankind Mark the golden grains Mary would like to be a bird Nature in every form is lovely still O born beneath the March winds keen. O righteous doom that they rose of Sharon Oh, how could fancy crown with thee Order is heaven's first law Passing away, sing the breeze and the rill 168 109 PAGE The setting sun was sinking fast 94 The spring has buds, however late The waves were dashing loud and high There's beauty all around our path There's not a tint that paints the rose This world I deem 37 260 112 Thy way-not mine, O Lord 237 |