Oh ye who hold the written clue, 93
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, 91
_Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,_ v
_The Babe was laid in the Manger,_ 52
The banked oars fell an hundred strong, 1
The dark eleventh hour, 9
The Doorkeepers of Zion, 29
The fans and the beltings they roar round me, 81
The first time that Peter denied his Lord, 125
The Garden called Gethsemane, 85
_The overfaithful sword returns the user,_ 87
There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders
we sally, 70
The road to En-dor is easy to tread, 55
These were never your true love's eyes, 119
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
part, 75
They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, 65
'This is the State above the Law, 106
To-day, across our fathers' graves, 5
_To the Judge of Right and Wrong,_ 35
Through learned and laborious years, 27
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose, 112
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad, 42
We're not so old in the Army List, 48
We thought we ranked above the chance of ill, 13
We were all one heart and one race, 6
What boots it on the Gods to call? 58
'Whence comest thou, Gehazi, 109
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, 128
_Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a
land more dear?_ 100