- I feel the season's dreamy call...
- Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood...
- A bird on sudden, as I write...
- Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood —...
- As on a hill-top near the sun...
- Love bows herself in holy prayer...
- Man's highest word, as God's above...
- The spirit firm and swelling soul...
- The ideal is a lifting sky...
- The flecks of gold that glorify...
- The “trees of God,” the prophet said...
- Across the hills the cattle call...
- If mighty angels fair and tall...
- There are no solitudes to view...
- Calm soul, unkindled by the sight...
- Vast promise is the sea, and vast...
- Far-off and veiled it seems to me...
- A quiet breath distils in calm...
- O June has lit her splendid lamp...
- Revolving without rest and goal...
- Pure lily, open on the breast...
- The bird of needle beak, and breast...
- Doubt flies before the truth that's quired...
- Men plow and sow while moves the sun...