THE END. Lo! this book has come to an end, Praise, not censure, you'll bestow. INDEX OF PART I. FIRST LINE. Ah! how could it be so Ah! wherefore will not men take heed Alas! the lost, the dear A little breath of wind, you know PAGE 247 125 14 224 As many as the stars which in the Heavens are seen 88 Men, brothers bold Methought it was the great dread day 'Mid all the bustle of this life.. Mother with thy precious load Mourner, weep, to shed the tear Mourn not the saints whose souls have fled Naked as when we left our mother's womb Oftimes has the Christian soldier O God, we are so weak O Lord, I pray thee to efface 72 48 67 18 112 241 145 43 41 59 416 26 202 91 121 98 36 FIRST LINE. O sinner, thou the path of life hast trod O take him away, O take him away PAGE. 85 34 Pull hard, my boys, pull hard 221 Rejoice, ye nuptial twain 3 Repine not at sufferings, we need them to prove 127 47 Say, Colet, say, for whom has rung 230 Seest thou yon engine? Had it not a vent 237 The wind it came down with a gusty sweep 82 xvii. 55 FIRST LINE. Think not these earthly temples are Think we that man shall lose his meed Those evil humours which oft lurk within Those, only those, are truly blest PAGE. 129 110 86 71 Thou wicked weed.. 'Tis said that in the Southern sky 164 143 To some wild desert glen .. To the great Cathedral dome .. .. Tree that hast weathered many a blast Upon old Galilee's shore What news is there to-day, said one to me 238 When Jesus came and dwelt on earth of old.. 178 |