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Concord
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Hereafter
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184
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Our Daily Bread
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186
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Sleeping and Waking
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188
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Thorns
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190
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A New-England Lady
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192
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Under the Snow
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195
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Sonnet for a Birthday
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197
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“Many Waters cannot quench Love”
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Unexhausted
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Welcome and Farewell
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Life
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205
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Shut in
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Good-by
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What the Angel said
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Commonplace
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Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh
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A Thought
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At Flood
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221
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The Angels
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Not Yet
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To-day and To-morrow
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“That was the True Light, that lighteth every Man that cometh into the World”
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The Star
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Helen
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Lux in Tenebris
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Lent
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Palm Sunday
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Soul and Body
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Sound at Core
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The Old Village
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A Greeting
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252
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Changeless
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254
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Easter
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255
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The World is Vast
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A THOUSAND leagues of wind-blown space,
A thousand leagues of sea,
Half of the great earth’s hiding face
Divides mine eyes from thee;
