Down by the brook he bends his steps, | Two golden stars, like tokens from the and through A lowly wicket; and at last he stands Awful beside the bed of one who grew From boyhood with him, who with lifted hands And eyes seems listening to far welcomings And sweeter music-than the Blackbird sings. blest, Strike on his dim orbs from the setting away She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie .. 191 18 20 284 The golden sea its mirror spreads.. ..... 244 86 179 The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair... 150 993 25 The leaves have fallen from the trees. 268 34 "Come The Lord descended from above... 3 317 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 145 266 The melancholy days are come, the saddest 47 188 88 The birds, when winter shades the sky.... 165 They are all gone into the world of light.. |