To my Friend, on the Death of his Sister J. G. Whittier.

The Martyrdom of Perpetua

Sonnet: 1 Corinthians xv.

A Funeral Song.

The Angel by the Tomb

The Pauper's Death-Bed

The Presence of the Departed

"Call them from the dead"

"It is told me I must die "

For Comfort in Death.

Days of my Youth.

Farewell to Life.

A Poet's Dying Hymn

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312

314

342

343

Körner, tr. by Follen.

Mrs. Hemans.

"Living or dying, Lord, I would be thine" From Fénelon.

On

Fragment found in a Skeleton-Case

Whitefield's Remains .

R. M. Milnes.

Anonymous.

PART I.

NATURE.

MORNING HYMN OF A HERMIT.

JOHN STERLING.

SWEET Morn! from countless cups of gold
Thou liftest reverently on high
More incense fine than earth can hold,
To fill the sky.

One interfusion wide of love,

Thine airs and odors moist ascend, And, 'mid the azure depths above, With light they blend.

The lark, by his own carol blest,

From the green harbors eager springs;

And his large heart in little breast

Exulting sings.