There are hermit souls that live withdrawn.....Sam Walter Foss thine alms There is a beautiful island away in the West... Sioux Indians There is a land of Dream.. There is a land of pure delight. or dost 766 Cecil F. Alexander 536 There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind....Samuel T. Coleridge hath seen There smiled the Smooth Divine, unused to There was a bright and happy tree.. There was once a boat on a billow. There were ninety and nine that safely lay. There where he sits, in the cold, in the gloom..Odell Shepard the trees The royal feast was done; the king.. The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part.. The soul wherein God dwells. The sounding cataract The spacious firmament on high.. The stranger in my gates-lo! that am I. The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains The three ghosts on the lonesome road... Alfred Tennyson The tree of Faith its bare dry boughs must shed. John G. Whittier The War God wakened drowsily... The white church on the hill.. The wasting thistle whitens in my crest. The word of God came unto me.. The word of the Lord by night.. . Margaret Widdemer .... 173 58 394 373 378 .Ralph Waldo Emerson.. 327 They are all gone into the world of light...... Henry Vaughan ...Helen Hunt Jackson The year's at the spring.. Richard Burton . Robert Browning They have not gone from us. Ch, no! they are.. Robert Nichols They that go down to the sea in ships. ..Carl Sandburg Emily Dickinson They went forth to battle, but they always fell..Shaemas O Sheel doomed to the death.... Edith M. Thomas This I ask Thee-tell it to me truly, Lord!.....Zoroaster PAGE ....... 762 705 197 592 255 221 723 16 161 598 278 589 633 55 625 718 This is the month, and this the happy morn.. ..John Milton Thou and I and he art not gods made men for a span Thou art coming, O my Savior.... Thou art the essence of all created things. .....Algernon C. Swinburne. Thou canst not prove that thou art body alone..Alfred Tennyson Though one with all that sense or soul can see..Richard Hovey Though the long seasons seem to separate. Thought is deeper than all speech.. Thou shalt have but one God only. Thou, too, sail on, O ship of state!.. Thou, who dost dwell alone. Thou, who dost feel Life's vessel strand. .James Vila Blake Eva Gore Booth .Christopher P. Cranch.. Arthur Hugh Clough ... Three score and ten! The tumult of the world.. Dudley Foulke soar (from Religio Laici) John Dryden ΤΟΥ To church! I heard a sermon once in spring... Harold Monro ...... ..Karle Wilson Baker.... the trees To God, the everlasting, who abides.. To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love. To weary hearts, to mourning homes. ..John Addington Symonds Charlotte P. Gilman To what new fates, my country, far.. PAGE 156 251 133 699 630 William Blake 284 'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead..... Matthew Arnold Two of Thy children one summer day worked in Wakeful all night I lay and thought of God..... Mark W. Call We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep We must pass like smoke or live within the . George Wm. Russell 145 445 615 779 ....... 607 61 689 What! dost thou pray that the outgone tide be What do you seek within, O soul, my brother?..Evelyn Underhill 305 We praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to We thirst, at first,-'tis nature's act.. What shall we be like when.. What makes a city great? Huge piles of stone.. Dudley Foulke What thou hast done, thou hast done; for the What was his name? I do not know his name.. Edward E. Hale ..Rudyard Kipling stilled... Evelyn Underhill tubes are twisted and dried.. Gilbert K. Chesterton .John Milton When I was far from the sea's voice and vast- ness When I was young the days were long. When my life has enough of love, and my spirit When once I knew the Lord.. When on my day of life the night is falling....John G. Whittier Frank Mason North Where lies the land to which the ship would go?. Arthur Hugh Clough Whither, midst falling dew.. Francis Wm. Bourdillon Who bids us sing? What need has the world 390 .....Hamlin Garland 441 ..Mary W. Plummer 625 631 701 715 306 268 693 597 696 34 .... Why be afraid of death, as though your life PAGE . (From the Telugu)..... 642 Will seeing Concan make a dog a lion... Would that the structure brave, the manifold Write on my grave when I am dead. Y .George Wm. Russell Robert Browning Ye morning glories, ring in the gale your bells.. James Oppenheim .... ...... 107 229 160 119 209 680 350 78 766 196 42 421 |