Rich and Poor

Palmer

Balmy Morning

Song

The Ploughman

'He hath done all things we!'

Somewhere

The Tide

Eloise

Abraham Lincoln

God's Blessings

The Silent Messenger

Under the Snow

Longings

Point of Bliss

Away to the Hills

Flowers by a Grave

Three for Three

Now

Sunset

Sweet Evening Bells

Unknown

Onward

Looking Back

Minniebel

Weary

The Body to the Soul

Not Yet

Marguerite

Come unto Me

"I will not let thee go"

Greeting Hymn

One by One

Love

Evening Hymn

Death

I shall be satisfied

At the Grave of a Young Mother

Go, Dream no More

Come Home

Be in Earnest

Chlodine

The Bird and the Storm cloud

No Solitude

The Stray Lamb

Stay, Mother, Stay

Time for Bed

From the Old to the New

The Voice of Spring

Honour to Labor

The Miser

Broken

To our Parents

Under the Rod

The White Stone Canoe

Gone Before

Johanna

Stanzas

Canada

I laid me down and slept

Bright Thoughts for a Dark Day

The Drunkard's Child

The Names of Jesus

POEMS OF THE HEART AND HOME.

YES, THE WEARY EARTH SHALL BRIGHTEN.

Yes, the weary earth shall brighten-- Brighten in the perfect day, And the fields that now but whiten, Golden glow beneath the ray! Slowly swelling in her bosom, Long the precious seed has lain,-- Soon shall come the perfect blossom, Soon, the rich, abundant grain!

Long has been the night of weeping, But the morning dawns at length, And, the misty heights o'ersweeping, Lo, the sun comes forth in strength! Down the slopes of ancient mountains, Over plain, and vale, and stream, Flood, and field, and sparkling fountains, Speeds the warm rejoicing beam!

Think not God can fail His promise! Think not Christ can be denied! He shall see His spirit's travail-- He shall yet be satisfied! Soon the "Harvest home" of angels Shall resound from shore to shore, And amid Earth's glad evangels, Christ shall reign for evermore!

TO A DAY LILY

What! only to stay For a single day? Thou beautiful, bright hued on Just to open thine eyes To the blue of the skies And the light of the glorious sun, Then, to fade away In the same rich ray, And die ere the day is done?

Bright thing of a day Thou hast caught a ray From Morn's jewelled curtain fold On thy burning cheek, And the ruby streak His dyed it with charms untold-- And the gorgeous vest On thy queenly breast, Is dashed with her choicest gold.

A statelier queen Has never been seen, A lovelier never will be!-- Nay, Solomon, dressed In his kingliest best, Was never a match for thee, O beautiful flower, O joy of an hour-- _And only an hour_--for me!