483

"Let there be light!" God spake of old, 233.
Lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State's
rusted shield, 293.

Light, warmth, and sprouting greenness, and
o'er all, 146.

Long since, a dream of heaven I had, 448.
Look on him! through his dungeon grate, 367.
Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn,

467.

Luck to the craft that bears this name of mine,
217.

Maddened by Earth's wrong and evil, 424.
Maiden! with the fair brown tresses, 171.
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,
471.

Maud Muller on a summer's day, 47.

Men! if manhood still ye claim, 292.

Men of the North-Land! where's the manly
spirit, 273.

Men said at vespers: "All is well," 230.
'Midst the men and things which will, 413.
My ear is full of summer sounds, 332.
My garden roses long ago, 238.

My heart was heavy, for its trust had been, 390.
My lady walks her morning round, 122.
My old Welsh neighbor over the way, 102.
My thoughts are all in yonder town, 452.

Nauhaught, the Indian deacon, who of old, 99.
'Neath skies that winter never knew, 233.
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day, 103.
Night on the city of the Moor, 311.

No aimless wanderers, by the fiend Unrest, 368.
No Berserk thirst of blood had they, 232.
No bird-song floated down the hill, 155.
No more these simple flowers belong, 196.
Not always as the whirlwind's rush, 417.
Not as a poor requital of the joy, 177.

Not on Penobscot's wooded bank the spires, 239.
Not unto us who did but seek, 346.
Not vainly did old poets tell, 180.

Not without envy Wealth at times must look,
382.

Not with the splendors of the days of old, 279.
Now, joy and thanks forevermore, 308.

O Ary Scheffer! when beneath thine eye, 331.
O Christ of God! whose life and death, 454.
O dearest bloom the seasons know, 462.

O dearly loved, 182.

O dwellers in the stately towns, 226.

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands,
150.

Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, 316.
Of all the rides since the birth of time, 55.
O friends! with whom my feet have trod, 442.
Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill,
450.

"Oh, for a knight like Bayard, 192.

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,

390.

Oh, none in all the world before, 340.
O Holy Father! just and true, 278.
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come, 338.
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing, 202.
Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn, 211.

"O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful
and rare, 3.

Old friend, kind friend! lightly down, 190.
Olor Iscanus queries: "Why should we, 333.
O lonely bay of Trinity, 256.

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap, 303.

O Mother State! the winds of March, 208.
Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath, 341.
Once more, O all-adjusting Death, 217.

Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil,

156.

Once more on yonder laurelled height, 224.
One day, along the electric wire, 193.
One hymn more, O my lyre, 420.
One morning of the first sad Fall, 218.
One Sabbath day my friend and I, 94.
O Norah, lay your basket down, 37.
On page of thine I cannot trace, 388.
On the isle of Penikese, 450.

On these green banks, where falls too soon,
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, 408.
O Painter of the fruits and flowers, 237.
O people-chosen! are ye not, 347.
O Poet rare and old, 373.

O river winding to the sea, 473.

O State prayer-founded! never hung, 320.
O storied vale of Merrimac, 240.

470.

So stood of old the holy Christ, 454.
So this is all, the utmost reach, 276.
Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands,
453.

Spare me, dread angel of reproof, 441.

Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking north-
ward far away, 35.

Stand still, my soul, in the silent dark, 426.
Statesman, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent,
332.

Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale, 466.

Still in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stain, 366.
Still linger in our noon of time, 454.

Still sits the school-house by the road, 407.
Stranger and traveller, 459.

Stream of my fathers! sweetly still, 141.
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the
root, 179.

Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines, 477.
Sunlight upon Judæa's hills, 418.

Sweetest of all childlike dreams, 157.

Take our hands, James Russell Lowell, 216.
Talk not of sad November, when a day, 168.
Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day,
44.

Thank God for rest, where none molest, 346.
Thank God for the token! one lip is still free,
275.

Thanks for thy gift, 184.

The age is dull and mean. Men creep, 317.
The autumn-time has come, 406.
The beaver cut his timber, 77.
The Benedictine Echard, 457.

The birds against the April wind, 343.

The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon
its Southern way, 286.

The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room, 6.
The burly driver at my side, 184.
The cannon's brazen lips are cold, 370.
The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken, 169.
The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake,
431.

The cross, if rightly borne, shall be, 192.
The day is closing dark and cold, 36.
The day's sharp strife is ended now, 382.
The eagle, stooping from yon snow-blown

peaks, 475.

The elder folks shook hands at last, 445.
The end has come, as come it must, 234.
The evil days have come, the poor, 313.
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke, 449.
The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse, 333.
The flags of war like storm-birds fly, 339.
The fourteen centuries fall away, 437.
The goodman sat beside his door, 15.
The great work laid upon his twoscore years,
203.

The gulf of seven and fifty years, 239.
The harp at Nature's advent strung, 261.
The Khan came from Bokhara town, 123.
The land, that, from the rule of kings, 240.
The land was pale with famine, 89.
The lowliest born of all the land, 215.
The mercy, O Eternal One, 465.

The moon has set: while yet the dawn, 314.
The name the Gallic exile bore, 412.

The new world honors him whose lofty plea,
475.

The old Squire said, as he stood by his gate,
126.

The Pagan's myths through marble lips are
spoken, 429.

The Persian's flowery gifts, the shrine, 220.
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill, 76.
The pleasant isle of Rügen looks the Baltic
water o'er, 138.

The proudest now is but my peer, 374.
The Quaker of the olden time, 351.
The Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe and sin, 126.
The Rabbi Nathan twoscore years and ten, 91.
The river hemmed with leaning trees, 159.
The robins sang in the orchard, the buds into
blossoms grew, 101.

The roll of drums and the bugle's wailing, 225.
The same old baffling questions! O my friend,

434.

The shade for me, but over thee, 435.

The shadows grow and deepen round me, 463.
The shadows round the inland sea, 144.

The skipper sailed out of the harbor mouth,
128.

The sky is ruddy in the east, 361.

The soul itself its awful witness is, 461.
The South-land boasts its teeming cane, 371.
The storm and peril overpast, 349.

The subtle power in perfume found, 166.
The summer warmth has left the sky, 161.
The sunlight glitters keen and bright, 142.
The suns of eighteen centuries have shone, 352.
The sun that brief December day, 399.
The sweet spring day is glad with music, 205.
The sword was sheathed: in April's sun, 467.
The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails
have spread, 379.

The tent-lights glimmer on the land, 337.
The threads our hands in blindness spin, 455.
The time of gifts has come again, 159.
The tossing spray of Cocheco's fall, 131.
The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must
shed, 464.

The wave is breaking on the shore, 281.
The winding way the serpent takes, 92.

The years are but half a score, 384.

The years are many since his hand, 195.

The years are many since, in youth and hope,
93.

They hear Thee not, O God! nor see,
423.

They left their home of summer ease, 162.
They sat in silent watchfulness, 14.
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, 174.
Thine are all the gifts, O God, 235.

Thine is a grief, the depth of which another,

Through the streets of Marblehead, 236.
Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old, 431.
Thy error, Frémont, simply was to act, 335.
'Tis over, Moses! All is lost, 298.
'Tis said that in the Holy Land, 391.
'Tis the noon of the spring-time, yet never a
bird, 145.

To-day the plant by Williams set, 229.
Token of friendship, true and tried, 283.
To kneel before some saintly shrine, 165.

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing
rise to-day, 18.

"To the winds give our banner! 12.

To weary hearts, to mourning homes, 425.
Traveller! on thy journey toiling, 7.
Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day, 54.

'Twas night. The tranquil moonlight smile,
263.

Type of two mighty continents! - combining,
189.

Under the great hill sloping bare, 124.
Unnoted as the setting of a star, 217.
Up and down the village streets, 67.

Up from the meadows rich with corn, 342.

Up from the sea the wild north wind is blow-
ing, 476.

Up, laggards of Freedom! -our free flag is
cast, 322.

Up the hillside, down the glen, 291.
Up the streets of Aberdeen, 33.

Voice of a people suffering long, 349.

Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known, 460.

Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star shines, 456.
Weary of jangling noises never stilled, 464.
We cross the prairie as of old, 317.
We give thy natal day to hope, 383.
We had been wandering for many days, 23.
We have opened the door, 122.

Welcome home again, brave seaman ! with thy
thoughtful brow and gray, 296.

We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave,
461.

Well speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast, 369.

485

Well thought! who would not rather hear,
198.

We praise not now the poet's art, 203.

We sat together, last May-day, and talked,
213.

We saw the slow tides go and come, 160.
We see not, know not; all our way, 333.
We wait beneath the furnace-blast, 334.
What flecks the outer gray beyond, 257.
What though around thee blazes, 292.
When first I saw our banner wave, 338.
When Freedom, on her natal day, 275.
When on my day of life the night is falling,
463.

When the breath divine is flowing, 421.
When the reaper's task was ended, and the
summer wearing late, 60.

Where are we going? where are we going, 301.
Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines,

231.

Where, over heathen doom-rings and gray
stones of the Horg, 112.

Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles, 247.
Where Time the measure of his hours, 416.

White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
147.

Who gives and hides the giving hand, 456.
Who, looking backward from his manhood's

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prime, 430.

'Why urge the long, unequal fight, 376.
Wildly round our woodland quarters, 359.
With a cold and wintry noon-light, 295.
With a glory of winter sunshine, 215.

With clearer light, Cross of the South, shine
forth, 381.

With fifty years between you and your well-
kept wedding vow, 231.

With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight,
459.

With wisdom far beyond her years, 207.

Years since (but names to me before), 206.
Yes, let them gather! Summon forth, 284.
Yes, pile the marble o'er him. It is well, 173.
You flung your taunt across the wave, 336.
You scarcely need my tardy thanks, 393.

Chalkley Hall, 177.
Changeling, The, 251.
Channing, 180.

Chapel of the Hermits, The, 40.
Chicago, 230.
Child-Songs, 454.

Christian Slave, The, 288.

Christian Tourists, The, 368.
Christmas Carmen, A, 453.
Christmas of 1888, The, 467.
Cities of the Plain, The, 417.
Clear Vision, The, 447.
Clerical Oppressors, 272.
Cobbler Keezar's Vision, 77.
Common Question, The, 443.
Conductor Bradley, 117.

Conquest of Finland, The, 377.
Countess, The, 81.
Crisis, The, 308.
Cross, The, 192.

Crucifixion, The, 418.

Cry of a Lost Soul, The, 438.

Curse of the Charter-Breakers, The, 306.
Cypress-Tree of Ceylon, The, 14.

Hooper, Lucy, 174.

Howard at Atlanta, 348.

How Mary Grew, 207.

How the Robin Came, 136.

How the Women went from Dover, 130.
Human Sacrifice, The, 355.
Hunters of Men, The, 270.
Huskers, The, 363.

Hymn for the Celebration of Emancipation at
Newburyport, 346.

Hymn for the House of Worship at George-
town, 228.

Hymn for the Opening of Plymouth Church,
232.

Hymn for the Opening of Thomas Starr King's
House of Worship, 227.

Hymn of the Children, 235.
Hymn of the Dunkers, 456.

Hymn: "O Holy Father! just and true," 278.

Hymn: "O Thou whose presence went before,"

268.

Hymns of the Brahmo Somaj, 465.

Hymns from the French of Lamartine, 420.
Hymn sung at Christmas by the Scholars of St.
Helena's Island, S. C., 340.

Ichabod, 186.

In Memory, 214.

In Peace, 188.

In Quest, 451.

In Remembrance of Joseph Sturge, 199.
In School-Days, 407.

Inscriptions, 459.

In the Evil Days, 313.

In the "Old South," 121.
Invocation, 431.

Italy, 381.

"I was a Stranger, and ye took me in," 233.

John Underhill, 115.

Jubilee Singers, The, 349.
June on the Merrimac, 226.

Kallundborg Church, 255.
Kansas Emigrants, The, 317.
Kathleen, 37.
Kenoza Lake, 219.

Khan's Devil, The, 123.
King, Thomas Starr, 203.

King's Missive, The, 124.

King Solomon and the Ants, 120.
King Volmer and Elsie, 112.
Kinsman, 231.

Knight of St. John, The, 17.

Kossuth, 189.

Lakeside, The, 144.

Lament, A, 169.

Landmarks, The, 236.

Last Eve of Summer, The, 477.

Last Walk in Autumn, The, 150.

"Laurels, The," 226.

Laus Deo, 345.

Lay of Old Time, A, 218.

Legacy, A, 415.

Legend of St. Mark, The, 36.

Leggett's Monument, 173.

Letter from a Missionary of the Methodist
Episcopal Church South, in Kansas, to a
Distinguished Politician, 318.

Letter, A, supposed to be written by the Chair-
man of the Central Clique, at Concord,
N. H., 298.

Lexington, 232.

Library, The, 233.

Light that is felt, The, 464.

Lines from a Letter to a Young Clerical Friend,

300.

Lines on a Fly-Leaf, 203.

Lines on the Death of S. Oliver Torrey, 170.
Lines on the Portrait of a Celebrated Publisher,

310.

Lost Occasion, The, 187.
Lost Statesman, The, 304.
Lowell, James Russell, 473.
Lumberman, The, 359.