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  • First Sunday After Christmas
    'Tis true, of old the unchanging sun
      His daily course refused to run,
    68 lines
  • November
    Red o’er the forest peers the setting sun;
    The line of yellow light dies fast away
    24 lines
  • Burial of the Dead
    I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
    Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,
    74 lines
  • Holy Matrimony
    The voice that breathed o'er Eden,
    That earliest wedding day
    28 lines
  • Blest are the pure in heart
    Blest are the pure in heart,
    For they shall see our God;
    16 lines
  • Thursday Before Easter
    "O holy mountain of my God,
    "How do thy towers in ruin lie,
    60 lines
  • Sun of My Soul
    Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,
    It is not night if Thou be near;
    24 lines
  • Palm Sunday
    Ye whose hearts are beating high
    With the pulse of Poesy,
    48 lines
  • St. Thomas' Day
    We were not by when Jesus came,
          But round us, far and near,
    79 lines
  • The Conversion Of St. Paul
    The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,
    Broods o'er the hazy twinkling air:
    103 lines
  • St. Matthias' Day
    Who is God's chosen priest?
    He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,
    58 lines
  • The Annunciation Of The Blessed Virgin
    Oh!  Thou who deign'st to sympathise
    With all our frail and fleshly ties,
    68 lines
  • St. Mark's Day
    Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
    On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
    40 lines
  • St. Philip And St. James
    Dear is the morning gale of spring,
      And dear th' autumnal eve;
    63 lines
  • St. Barnabas
    The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
          Knows its own anguish and unrest;
    70 lines
  • St. John Baptist's Day
    Twice in her season of decay
    The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
    70 lines
  • Evening
    'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
    Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
    56 lines
  • Advent Sunday
    Awake--again the Gospel-trump is blown -
    From year to year it swells with louder tone,
    78 lines
  • Second Sunday In Advent
    Not till the freezing blast is still,
    Till freely leaps the sparkling rill,
    56 lines
  • Third Sunday In Advent
    What went ye out to see
    O'er the rude sandy lea,
    66 lines
  • Fourth Sunday In Advent
    Of the bright things in earth and air
    How little can the heart embrace!
    60 lines
  • Christmas Day
    What sudden blaze of song
            Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
    75 lines
  • St. Stephens Day
    As rays around the source of light
    Stream upward ere he glow in sight,
    48 lines
  • St. Johns Day
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    36 lines
  • The Holy Innocents
    Say, ye celestial guards, who wait
    In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate,
    56 lines
  • Dedication
    When in my silent solitary walk,
    I sought a strain not all unworthy Thee,
    28 lines
  • Morning
    Hues of the rich unfolding morn,
    That, ere the glorious sun be born,
    64 lines
  • The Circumcision Of Christ
    The year begins with Thee,
    And Thou beginn'st with woe,
    68 lines
  • Second Sunday After Christmas
    And wilt thou hear the fevered heart
    To Thee in silence cry?
    64 lines
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