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  • Not to an angel but a friend
    He turned at the day's bitter end.
    40 lines
  • The boys come home, come home from war,
        With quiet eyes for quiet things --
    23 lines
  • There's a short road to Heaven, but you must take it young,
    And if you're for long living the road is all as long;
    23 lines
  • Lord, when he shall come home from war,
        Give him no pastures green,
    23 lines
  • One called from Salonika and his call
            Rang to his brother;
    33 lines
  • When now to battle he shall ride,
        The bravest of the brave,
    28 lines
  • The Spring comes slowly up this way,
          Slowly, slowly,
    26 lines
  • She goes unwedded all her days
        Because some man she never knew,
    28 lines
  • All will be right when you come home, dear lad,
        But oh, 'tis long of coming that you are!
    34 lines
  • They lifted up his weary head,
        Stained with a dark and bitter dew:
    14 lines
  • 'MID the piteous heaps of dead
    Goes one weary golden head
    39 lines
  • All in the April evening,
    April airs were abroad;
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • She looked to east, she looked to west,
    Her eyes, unfathomable, mild,
    20 lines
  • He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
    Beside his mother.
    10 lines
  • I saw three ships a-sailing,
    A-sailing on the sea,
    24 lines
  • Bring flowers to strew His way,
    Yea, sing, make holiday;
    16 lines
  • She kneels by the cradle
    Where Jesus doth lie;
    20 lines
  • Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come!
    But when Thy kingdom first began
    16 lines
  • St. Austin, going in thought
    Along the sea-sands gray,
    96 lines
  • So I have sunk my roots in earth
    Since that my pretty boys had birth;
    36 lines
  • Lest he miss other children, lo!
    His angel is his playfellow.
    28 lines
  • Such innocent companionship
    Is hers, whether she wake or sleep,
    36 lines
  • Our father, ere he went
    Out with his brother, Death,
    56 lines
  • Little sisters, the birds:
    We must praise God, you and I­
    72 lines
  • Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;
    Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;
    80 lines
  • 'O spare my cherries in the net,'
    Brother Benignus prayed; 'and I
    24 lines
  • Here in the garden-bed,
    Hoeing the celery,
    40 lines
  • Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain,
    Oreads all ?
    8 lines
  • God bless the little orchard brown
    Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
    20 lines
  • The house where I was born,
    Where I was young and gay,
    28 lines
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