I stand within the Abbey walls, Where soft the slanting sunlight f… In gleams of mellow grace: The organ swells, the anthem soars… And waves of prayerful music pours

Give me thy heart, I leave thee m… But oh! till next our pulses meet, May my fond spirit round thee shin… Absorb thy soul and guide thy feet… And then no more my passion pine,

In the streets of Constance was h… ‘Masters! bring the arch-heretic o… The stake had been planted, the fa… And the tongues of the torches fli… ‘Huss to the flames!’ they fiercel…

Queen, widowed Mother of a widowe… Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth t… Her new-born sorrow with parental… And tearful eyes that oft on hers… Will not your generous heart be no…

Patter, patter, little feet, Making music quaint and sweet, Up the passage, down the stair; Patter, patter everywhere. Ripple, ripple, little voice;

Where Autumn runnels fret and foa… Past banks of amber fern, Since track was none I chanced to… Along a Border burn. The rain was gone, the winds were…

‘Father, farewell! Be not distres… And take my vow, ere I depart, To found a Convent in my breast, And keep a cloister in my heart.’

Gentle in fibre, but of steadfast… Still to do right though right won… And fallen on evil tongues and evi… When men from plain straight duty… And, born to nobly sway, ignobly s…

Love, that all men think they know… Is a rare guest here below; But with mortals when it stays, These are its unerring ways. Love builds secret, half afraid,

So you think he is defeated, O ye… And that Victory is meted in your… O ye fools! though justice tarry,… Right, howe’er it may miscarry, er… And you think a wounded hero may h…

Where Apennine slopes unto Tuscan… And breaks into dimples, and laugh… To see where the terrors of Winte… And out of a valley of grape and g… There blossoms a City of domes an…

I sallied afield when the bud firs… And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and… And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a sel…

‘The old Church doors stand open… Though neither bells nor anthems p… Gazing so fondly from outside, Why do you enter not and kneel? ’It is the sunset hour when all

Now do I know that Love is blind,… Can see no beauty on this beauteou… No life, no light, no hopefulness,… Pleasure nor purpose, when thou ar… Thy absence exiles sunshine from t…

The lark confinèd in his cage, And captive in his wing, Though fluttering with imprisoned… Forbeareth not to sing. But still the strain, though loud…