330 BRINGING OUR SHEAVES WITH US. Can claim no value or utility, — So do I gather strength and hope anew; A freedome is a nobill thing All in a moment, through the gloom were seen A little rose bloomed in the way Announced by all the trumpets of the sky A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! B. Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board C. Call it not vain; they do not err 237 137 200 171 290 187 261 138 58 206 25 90 280 131 285 321 311 85 178 41 211 308 Fleetly hath passed the year; the seasons came G. God bless the little feet that never go astray . Hear the sledges with the bells. H. Heaven opened wide her ever-during gates How beautiful is night How beautiful is the rain How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover I'll woo thee, world, again I love my God, my country, kind, and kin I loved him not; yet, now he is gone In the west, the weary Day 79 324 240 104 In what rich harmony, what polished lays I remember, I remember, the house where I was born Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of joy Little thinks in the field, yon red-cloaked clown 325 221 225 181 153 87 327 252 318 22 II 238 88 242 147 327 291 443 241 M. 6 My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime My loved, my honored, much respected friend. 334 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. No stir in the air, no stir in the sea Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Not far advanced was morning day Nothing resting in its own completeness. Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Oh! why left I my hame? . O. O Mary, go and call the cattle home O Nature! all thy seasons please the eye 82 So live, that when thy summons comes to join 169 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean 108 57 |