| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | Come down from thy dazzling sphere, | | 150 | 19 |
| 2: A Holiday Song. | Away to the hills, away! - | | 18 | 16 |
| 3: A Parting Hymn. | Father in Heaven, to thee, | | 32 | 21 |
| 4: Abraham Lincoln. | No martyr-blood hath ever flowed in vain! - | | 50 | 14 |
| 5: After Fifty Years | Just fifty years, my daughters, | | 112 | 17 |
| 6: Alone | Alone, alone! - the night is very silent, | | 24 | 18 |
| 7: An Allegory - An Old Lesson In A New Dress. | Here is a lantern, my little boy, | | 48 | 19 |
| 8: An Evening Hymn | The tranquil hours steal by | | 20 | 13 |
| 9: At Home | I thought it pleasant when a manly sire | | 120 | 17 |
| 10: At The Grave Of A Young Mother | A transient day, | | 10 | 22 |
| 11: Autumn And Winter. | Beautiful Autumn is dead and gone - | | 41 | 16 |
| 12: Balmy Morning | Balmy morning! blessed morning! | | 44 | 15 |
| 13: Be In Earnest | Be in earnest, Christian toilers, | | 40 | 21 |
| 14: Be Still. | O throbbing heart, be still! | | 21 | 16 |
| 15: Beyond The Shadows. | Thou hast entered the land without shadows, | | 40 | 13 |
| 16: Brethren, Go! A Valediction. | Brethren, go! the day is bright'ning | | 20 | 16 |
| 17: Bright Thoughts For A Dark Day | Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? - | | 32 | 20 |
| 18: Broken | Broken! | | 72 | 16 |
| 19: Brother, Rest. | Rest, brother, rest! Thy eyes no more shall weep | | 24 | 19 |
| 20: By And By | God will not let His bright gifts die | | 83 | 17 |
| 21: Canada | Fair land of peace! - to Britain's rule and throne | | 132 | 19 |
| 22: Chlodine | We met one fresh June-morn, Chlodine, | | 40 | 17 |
| 23: Come Home | Come home! come home! O loved and lost, we sigh | | 50 | 17 |
| 24: Come Unto Me. | Weary soul, by care oppressed, | | 20 | 16 |
| 25: Crossing The Red Sea | Before them lay the heaving deep | | 72 | 18 |
| 26: Death | Tis but to fold the arms in peace, | | 16 | 22 |
| 27: Drowned | The morning dawned without a cloud, | | 40 | 14 |
| 28: Eloise. | Eloise! Eloise! | | 60 | 17 |
| 29: Fellowship With Christ | To pray as Jesus prayed, | | 24 | 21 |
| 30: Flowers By A Grave | Alien blossoms! tell me why | | 24 | 11 |
| 31: Fount Of Bliss | Love of God! - amazing love! | | 30 | 16 |
| 32: From The Old To The New. Lines For The New Year | I hear the beat of the unresting tide | | 46 | 19 |
| 33: Frost-Flowers. | Over my window in pencillings white, | | 26 | 19 |
| 34: Go, Dream No More | Go, dream no more of a sun-bright sky | | 24 | 19 |
| 35: God's Blessings. | Like the dew-drops that fall | | 32 | 22 |
| 36: God's Witnesses. A Pen Picture From The Old Testament. | Upon the plain of Dura stood an image great and high, | | 96 | 15 |
| 37: Gone Before | Thou art but gone before - | | 42 | 17 |
| 38: Good Night | Good night, good night! - the day | | 28 | 16 |
| 39: Greeting Hymn. | The gliding years have rolled along, | | 36 | 15 |
| 40: Hail, Risen Lord! | Hail, risen Lord, upon whose brow | | 30 | 20 |
| 41: He Hath Done All Things Well. | The dawn-light wakes, and brightens to the day, | | 32 | 16 |
| 42: Heart-Pictures | Two pictures, strangely beautiful, I hold | | 48 | 23 |
| 43: Honor To Labor | HONOR TO LABOR! - it giveth health; | | 140 | 17 |
| 44: I Am Doing No Good! | I am doing no good!" said a little rill, | | 70 | 29 |
| 45: I Laid Me Down And Slept | Dark was the midnight hour, | | 36 | 19 |
| 46: I Shall Be Satisfied | I shall be satisfied when I awaken | | 24 | 16 |
| 47: I Will Not Despair. | I will not despair while thou rulest the storm, | | 20 | 19 |
| 48: I Will Not Let Thee Go. | Nay, I will not let thee go, | | 32 | 21 |
| 49: Idle | Hast thou, then, been called to labor | | 36 | 15 |
| 50: Jesus The Souls Rest. | I gave myself to Jesus | | 48 | 15 |
| 51: Johanna | Twas a balmy day in Autumn, | | 83 | 17 |
| 52: Judson's Grave. | He sleeps where the billow | | 40 | 18 |
| 53: Let Us Pray | Bow the head in supplication, | | 32 | 15 |
| 54: Lines On The Death Of A Young Mother | A voice missed by the dear home-hearth - | | 44 | 19 |
| 55: Littlewit And Loftus. | John Littlewit, friends, was a credulous man. | | 74 | 14 |
| 56: Living And Dying. | Living for Christ, I die; - how strange, that I, | | 18 | 13 |
| 57: Longings | Sleep, gentle, mysterious healer, | | 50 | 18 |
| 58: Look Up | Christian, lookup? thy feet may slide; | | 32 | 15 |
| 59: Looking Back | Do the dancing leaves of summer | | 32 | 16 |
| 60: Love | God so loved me that He gave | | 24 | 25 |
| 61: Marguerite | Lightly the shadows | | 32 | 15 |
| 62: Mary | Thus early with the dead - | | 24 | 18 |
| 63: Memory-Bells. | Up from the spirit-depths ringing, | | 40 | 20 |
| 64: Minniebel | Where the willow weepeth | | 24 | 19 |
| 65: My Brother James And I | We were playmates long together, | | 40 | 14 |
| 66: No Other Name | Jesus! the only name that's given, | | 20 | 19 |
| 67: No Solitude | I stood where ocean lashed the sounding shore | | 84 | 24 |
| 68: Not Yet | Not yet, not yet, O Saviour, | | 40 | 15 |
| 69: Now. | Now, sinner, now! | | 40 | 12 |
| 70: One By One | One by one, ye are passing, beloved, | | 44 | 19 |
| 71: Onward | Onward, still on! - though the pathway be dreary, - | | 32 | 15 |
| 72: Our Country; - Or, - A Century Of Progress. | Over the waves of the Western sea, | | 80 | 14 |
| 73: Our Field Is The World. | Our field is the world! - let us forth to the sowing, | | 32 | 26 |
| 74: Our Nation's Birthday. July 1St, 1867. | Ring out your glad peals of rejoicing! | | 40 | 15 |
| 75: Palmer. Three Years Old. | A light departed from the hearth of home, | | 24 | 13 |
| 76: Patience | I saw how the patient Sun | | 72 | 19 |
| 77: Rest In Heaven | When tossed on time's tempestuous tide, | | 12 | 22 |
| 78: Rich And Poor | Old Aleck, the weaver, sat in the nook | | 60 | 12 |
| 79: Sabbath Memories. | I love thee, Sabbath morn! - I cannot say | | 72 | 20 |
| 80: Sanzas | Twere nought to me, yon glorious arch of night, | | 32 | 21 |
| 81: Sault Ste. Marie | Laughing and singing | | 88 | 20 |
| 82: Shall Be Free. | Shall be free! shall be free!" - lo, the strong winds have caught it, | | 48 | 22 |
| 83: Somewhere | Somewhere, I know, there waits for me | | 64 | 17 |
| 84: Song - Oh, take me where the wild flowers bloom! | Oh, take me where the wild flowers bloom! | | 32 | 13 |
| 85: Stay, Mother, Stay! | Stay, mother, stay, for the storm is abroad, | | 64 | 21 |
| 86: Strike The Chords Softly | Strike the chords softly with tremulous fingers, | | 20 | 18 |
| 87: Sunset | The glorious sun, behind the western hills, | | 14 | 12 |
| 88: Sweet Evening Bells | Soft evening bells! - sweet evening bells! | | 21 | 12 |
| 89: The Assembly Of The Dead. | With dull and lurid skies above, | | 56 | 14 |
| 90: The Beautiful Artist. | There's a beautiful Artist abroad in the world, | | 60 | 16 |
| 91: The Beech-Nut Gatherer. | All over the earth like a mantle, | | 56 | 13 |
| 92: The Bird And The Storm-Cloud | Little bird, is that thy sphere, | | 66 | 21 |
| 93: The Body To The Soul | O tyrant soul of mine, | | 50 | 13 |
| 94: The Caged Bird's Song. | Merrily! | | 50 | 14 |
| 95: The Cry Of The Karens | A voice from the distant East - | | 40 | 15 |
| 96: The Dance Of The Winds | The Wind god, Eolus, sat one morn | | 90 | 20 |
| 97: The Drunkard's Child | A little child stood moaning | | 40 | 18 |
| 98: The Earth Voice And Its Answer | I plucked a fair flower that grew | | 117 | 15 |
| 99: The Eye That Never Sleeps | When the heavy, midnight shadows | | 36 | 27 |
| 100: The Gracious Provider. | They need not go away!" the Master said, | | 14 | 19 |
| 101: The Miser | The night was dark and dreary, | | 48 | 20 |
| 102: The Names Of Jesus | I SING the NAMES of JESUS! - matchless names! | | 346 | 18 |
| 103: The Old Church Choir | I am slowly treading the mazy track | | 176 | 18 |
| 104: The One Refuge. | Storms gather o'er thy path, | | 30 | 18 |
| 105: The Ploughman | Tearing up the stubborn soil, | | 60 | 16 |
| 106: The Silent Messenger | I sat beside a bed of pain, | | 40 | 19 |
| 107: The Stray Lamb. A Grandmother's Story. | We had finished our pitiful morsel, | | 148 | 20 |
| 108: The Tide. | Landward the tide setteth buoyantly breezily, - | | 32 | 17 |
| 109: The Voice Of Spring | I heard a voice - twas the voice of Spring, | | 48 | 18 |
| 110: The Way-Side Elm | Standing alone by the highway side, | | 58 | 20 |
| 111: The White Stone Canoe | It was a day of festive-mirth, | | 176 | 18 |
| 112: The World's Day. | Dark was the world when from the bowers | | 64 | 19 |
| 113: Three For Three. | Giving up three for one!" - mother, | | 32 | 16 |
| 114: Till To-Morrow. | Good night! good night! - the golden day | | 24 | 12 |
| 115: Time For Bed | Time for bed!" - the weary day | | 68 | 18 |
| 116: To A Day Lily | What! only to stay | | 45 | 16 |
| 117: To A Motherless Babe. | Why art thou here, little, motherless one, - | | 10 | 13 |
| 118: To Our Parents | Full fifty years together - | | 40 | 20 |
| 119: Under The Rod | Be silent, Soul! - though dark thy path and dreary, | | 40 | 20 |
| 120: Under The Snow | Over the mountains, under the snow | | 82 | 18 |
| 121: Unknown | Thou hast marked the lonely river, | | 24 | 15 |
| 122: Up The Nepigon. | How beautiful, how beautiful, | | 48 | 18 |
| 123: Weary. | Weary of dreaming what never comes true, | | 21 | 12 |
| 124: Yes, The Weary Earth Shall Brighten. | Yes, the weary earth shall brighten - | | 24 | 24 |
