CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| XX. | To F. J. S. | 131 |
| I read, dear friend, in your dear face | ||
| XXI. | Requiem | 132 |
| Under the wide and starry sky | ||
| XXII. | The Celestial Surgeon | 132 |
| If I have faltered more or less | ||
| XXIII. | Our Lady of the Snows | 133 |
| Out of the sun, out of the blast | ||
| XXIV. | 136 | |
| Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert | ||
| XXV. | 137 | |
| It is not yours, O mother, to complain | ||
| XXVI. | The Sick Child | 139 |
| O mother, lay your hand on my brow | ||
| XXVII. | In Memoriam F. A. S. | 140 |
| Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember | ||
| XXVIII. | To my Father | 141 |
| Peace and her huge invasion to these shores | ||
| XXIX. | In the States | 142 |
| With half a heart I wander here | ||
| XXX. | A Portrait | 143 |
| I am a kind of farthing dip |
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