CONTENTS
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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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