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The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal

Havergal, Frances Ridley (1836-1879)

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VOLUME I.
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The Ministry of Song.
  
[dedication]
  
Prelude.
  
The Ministry of Song.
  
Our Hidden Leaves.
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Threefold Praise.
  
Not Yet.
  
Thanksgiving.
  
Life-Crystals.
  
Not your own.
  
Wounded.
  
Whose I am.
  
Whom I serve.
  
Peace.
  
God's Message.
  
‘A great Mystery.’
  
Be not Weary.
  
The Great Teacher.
  
Auntie's Lessons.
  
Rest.
  
One Question, Many Answers.
  
Content.
  
Misunderstood.
  
Sunbeams in the Wood.
  
The Star Shower.
  
Treasure Trove.
  
Coming Summer.
  
September 1868.
  
Early Faith.
  
Our Father.
  
Disappointment.
  
The Song Chalice.
  
Silent in Love.
  
Light and Shade.
  
No Thorn without a Rose.
  
Yesterday, To-day, and for Ever.
  
Christ's Recall.
  
Faith's Question.
  
‘I did this for thee! What hast thou done for Me?’
  
Isaiah xxxiii. 17.
  
God the Provider.
  
Wait patiently for Him.
  
This Same Jesus.
  
Mary's Birthday.
  
Daily Strength.
  
The Right Way.
  
Thy Will be done.
  
‘The Things which are Behind.’
  
‘Now I see.’
  
Everlasting Love.
  
‘Master, say on!’
  
Remote Results.
  
On the Last Leaf.
  
How Should They Know Me?
  
Making Poetry.
  
The Cascade.
  
Constance De V---.
  
Fairy Homes.
  
More Music.
  
Travelling Thoughts.
  
New Year's Wishes.
  
Bonnie Wee Eric.
  
My Sweet Woodruff.
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Our Gem Wreath.
  
My Name.
  
Faith and Reason.
  
Lynton.
  
A Birthday Greeting to me Father.
  
A Lull in Life.
  
Adoration.
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Early Poems.
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Miscellaneous Poems.
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Enigmas and Charades.
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Chords for Children.
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Songs.
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Hymns.
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Christmas Verses.
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New Year Verses.
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Easter Echoes.
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Birthday Poems.
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Sonnets.
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In Memoriam.
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VOLUME II.

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[Do the angels know the blessed day]

Do the angels know the blessed day,
And strike their harps anew?
Then may the echo of their lay
Float sweetly down to you,
And fill your soul with Christmas song
That your heart shall echo your whole life long.
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