I seek thee not when mirth is high,.... 264 My life is like the summer rose,. 59 68 74 My Mother's Grave,.. 92 Mournest thou,.. Mrs. Grimes,.. . . .. My father died ere I could tell,.. Minstrel, sing that song again,.. My prayer for thee, dearest,.. New England,.. Nay, lady, ask me not to dwell,.. . . New England,.. One happy year has fled, Sall,.. . .. . Oh! fly to the prairie,..... Oh take her, but be faithful still,.. Page. 224 46 57 97 136 They say, that, afar in the land of the west,... 164 They tell me thou'lt forget,. The stars were shining bright, love,... 191 192 |