| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Holiday Song. | Away to the hills, away! - | | 18 | 289 |
| 2: | A Parting Hymn. | Father in Heaven, to thee, | | 32 | 266 |
| 3: | Abraham Lincoln. | No martyr-blood hath ever flowed in vain! - | | 50 | 256 |
| 4: | After Fifty Years | Just fifty years, my daughters, | | 112 | 249 |
| 5: | Alone | Alone, alone! - the night is very silent, | | 24 | 304 |
| 6: | An Allegory - An Old Lesson In A New Dress. | Here is a lantern, my little boy, | | 48 | 275 |
| 7: | An Evening Hymn | The tranquil hours steal by | | 20 | 242 |
| 8: | At Home | I thought it pleasant when a manly sire | | 120 | 219 |
| 9: | At The Grave Of A Young Mother | A transient day, | | 10 | 298 |
| 10: | Autumn And Winter. | Beautiful Autumn is dead and gone - | | 41 | 289 |
| 11: | Balmy Morning | Balmy morning! blessed morning! | | 44 | 304 |
| 12: | Be In Earnest | Be in earnest, Christian toilers, | | 40 | 255 |
| 13: | Be Still. | O throbbing heart, be still! | | 21 | 314 |
| 14: | Beyond The Shadows. | Thou hast entered the land without shadows, | | 40 | 250 |
| 15: | Brethren, Go! A Valediction. | Brethren, go! the day is bright'ning | | 20 | 264 |
| 16: | Bright Thoughts For A Dark Day | Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? - | | 32 | 242 |
| 17: | Broken | Broken! | | 72 | 268 |
| 18: | Brother, Rest. | Rest, brother, rest! Thy eyes no more shall weep | | 24 | 276 |
| 19: | By And By | God will not let His bright gifts die | | 83 | 307 |
| 20: | Canada | Fair land of peace! - to Britain's rule and throne | | 132 | 241 |
| 21: | Chlodine | We met one fresh June-morn, Chlodine, | | 40 | 232 |
| 22: | Come Home | Come home! come home! O loved and lost, we sigh | | 50 | 226 |
| 23: | Come Unto Me. | Weary soul, by care oppressed, | | 20 | 225 |
| 24: | Crossing The Red Sea | Before them lay the heaving deep | | 72 | 300 |
| 25: | Death | Tis but to fold the arms in peace, | | 16 | 286 |
| 26: | Drowned | The morning dawned without a cloud, | | 40 | 402 |
| 27: | Eloise. | Eloise! Eloise! | | 60 | 226 |
| 28: | Fellowship With Christ | To pray as Jesus prayed, | | 24 | 240 |
| 29: | Flowers By A Grave | Alien blossoms! tell me why | | 24 | 278 |
| 30: | Fount Of Bliss | Love of God! - amazing love! | | 30 | 241 |
| 31: | From The Old To The New. Lines For The New Year | I hear the beat of the unresting tide | | 46 | 233 |
| 32: | Frost-Flowers. | Over my window in pencillings white, | | 26 | 253 |
| 33: | Go, Dream No More | Go, dream no more of a sun-bright sky | | 24 | 250 |
| 34: | God's Blessings. | Like the dew-drops that fall | | 32 | 256 |
| 35: | God's Witnesses. A Pen Picture From The Old Testament. | Upon the plain of Dura stood an image great and high, | | 96 | 223 |
| 36: | Gone Before | Thou art but gone before - | | 42 | 262 |
| 37: | Good Night | Good night, good night! - the day | | 28 | 231 |
| 38: | Greeting Hymn. | The gliding years have rolled along, | | 36 | 232 |
| 39: | Hail, Risen Lord! | Hail, risen Lord, upon whose brow | | 30 | 294 |
| 40: | He Hath Done All Things Well. | The dawn-light wakes, and brightens to the day, | | 32 | 257 |
| 41: | Heart-Pictures | Two pictures, strangely beautiful, I hold | | 48 | 234 |
| 42: | Honor To Labor | HONOR TO LABOR! - it giveth health; | | 140 | 222 |
| 43: | I Am Doing No Good! | I am doing no good!" said a little rill, | | 70 | 312 |
| 44: | I Laid Me Down And Slept | Dark was the midnight hour, | | 36 | 262 |
| 45: | I Shall Be Satisfied | I shall be satisfied when I awaken | | 24 | 271 |
| 46: | I Will Not Despair. | I will not despair while thou rulest the storm, | | 20 | 264 |
| 47: | I Will Not Let Thee Go. | Nay, I will not let thee go, | | 32 | 288 |
| 48: | Idle | Hast thou, then, been called to labor | | 36 | 337 |
| 49: | Jesus The Souls Rest. | I gave myself to Jesus | | 48 | 233 |
| 50: | Johanna | Twas a balmy day in Autumn, | | 83 | 294 |
| 51: | Judson's Grave. | He sleeps where the billow | | 40 | 272 |
| 52: | Let Us Pray | Bow the head in supplication, | | 32 | 285 |
| 53: | Lines On The Death Of A Young Mother | A voice missed by the dear home-hearth - | | 44 | 272 |
| 54: | Littlewit And Loftus. | John Littlewit, friends, was a credulous man. | | 74 | 256 |
| 55: | Living And Dying. | Living for Christ, I die; - how strange, that I, | | 18 | 254 |
| 56: | Longings | Sleep, gentle, mysterious healer, | | 50 | 249 |
| 57: | Look Up | Christian, lookup? thy feet may slide; | | 32 | 204 |
| 58: | Looking Back | Do the dancing leaves of summer | | 32 | 266 |
| 59: | Love | God so loved me that He gave | | 24 | 279 |
| 60: | Loved And Lost, – or – The Sky-Lark And The Violet | Come down from thy dazzling sphere, | | 150 | 236 |
| 61: | Marguerite | Lightly the shadows | | 32 | 224 |
| 62: | Mary | Thus early with the dead - | | 24 | 265 |
| 63: | Memory-Bells. | Up from the spirit-depths ringing, | | 40 | 221 |
| 64: | Minniebel | Where the willow weepeth | | 24 | 330 |
| 65: | My Brother James And I | We were playmates long together, | | 40 | 220 |
| 66: | No Other Name | Jesus! the only name that's given, | | 20 | 265 |
| 67: | No Solitude | I stood where ocean lashed the sounding shore | | 84 | 269 |
| 68: | Not Yet | Not yet, not yet, O Saviour, | | 40 | 229 |
| 69: | Now. | Now, sinner, now! | | 40 | 256 |
| 70: | One By One | One by one, ye are passing, beloved, | | 44 | 218 |
| 71: | Onward | Onward, still on! - though the pathway be dreary, - | | 32 | 272 |
| 72: | Our Country; - Or, - A Century Of Progress. | Over the waves of the Western sea, | | 80 | 216 |
| 73: | Our Field Is The World. | Our field is the world! - let us forth to the sowing, | | 32 | 244 |
| 74: | Our Nation's Birthday. July 1St, 1867. | Ring out your glad peals of rejoicing! | | 40 | 238 |
| 75: | Palmer. Three Years Old. | A light departed from the hearth of home, | | 24 | 249 |
| 76: | Patience | I saw how the patient Sun | | 72 | 246 |
| 77: | Rest In Heaven | When tossed on time's tempestuous tide, | | 12 | 390 |
| 78: | Rich And Poor | Old Aleck, the weaver, sat in the nook | | 60 | 187 |
| 79: | Sabbath Memories. | I love thee, Sabbath morn! - I cannot say | | 72 | 230 |
| 80: | Sanzas | Twere nought to me, yon glorious arch of night, | | 32 | 247 |
| 81: | Sault Ste. Marie | Laughing and singing | | 88 | 247 |
| 82: | Shall Be Free. | Shall be free! shall be free!" - lo, the strong winds have caught it, | | 48 | 232 |
| 83: | Somewhere | Somewhere, I know, there waits for me | | 64 | 246 |
| 84: | Song - Oh, take me where the wild flowers bloom! | Oh, take me where the wild flowers bloom! | | 32 | 195 |
| 85: | Stay, Mother, Stay! | Stay, mother, stay, for the storm is abroad, | | 64 | 346 |
| 86: | Strike The Chords Softly | Strike the chords softly with tremulous fingers, | | 20 | 213 |
| 87: | Sunset | The glorious sun, behind the western hills, | | 14 | 257 |
| 88: | Sweet Evening Bells | Soft evening bells! - sweet evening bells! | | 21 | 215 |
| 89: | The Assembly Of The Dead. | With dull and lurid skies above, | | 56 | 283 |
| 90: | The Beautiful Artist. | There's a beautiful Artist abroad in the world, | | 60 | 261 |
| 91: | The Beech-Nut Gatherer. | All over the earth like a mantle, | | 56 | 242 |
| 92: | The Bird And The Storm-Cloud | Little bird, is that thy sphere, | | 66 | 202 |
| 93: | The Body To The Soul | O tyrant soul of mine, | | 50 | 249 |
| 94: | The Caged Bird's Song. | Merrily! | | 50 | 261 |
| 95: | The Cry Of The Karens | A voice from the distant East - | | 40 | 252 |
| 96: | The Dance Of The Winds | The Wind god, Eolus, sat one morn | | 90 | 281 |
| 97: | The Drunkard's Child | A little child stood moaning | | 40 | 256 |
| 98: | The Earth Voice And Its Answer | I plucked a fair flower that grew | | 117 | 255 |
| 99: | The Eye That Never Sleeps | When the heavy, midnight shadows | | 36 | 259 |
| 100: | The Gracious Provider. | They need not go away!" the Master said, | | 14 | 257 |
| 101: | The Miser | The night was dark and dreary, | | 48 | 299 |
| 102: | The Names Of Jesus | I SING the NAMES of JESUS! - matchless names! | | 346 | 288 |
| 103: | The Old Church Choir | I am slowly treading the mazy track | | 176 | 263 |
| 104: | The One Refuge. | Storms gather o'er thy path, | | 30 | 269 |
| 105: | The Ploughman | Tearing up the stubborn soil, | | 60 | 267 |
| 106: | The Silent Messenger | I sat beside a bed of pain, | | 40 | 240 |
| 107: | The Stray Lamb. A Grandmother's Story. | We had finished our pitiful morsel, | | 148 | 207 |
| 108: | The Tide. | Landward the tide setteth buoyantly breezily, - | | 32 | 261 |
| 109: | The Voice Of Spring | I heard a voice - twas the voice of Spring, | | 48 | 257 |
| 110: | The Way-Side Elm | Standing alone by the highway side, | | 58 | 259 |
| 111: | The White Stone Canoe | It was a day of festive-mirth, | | 176 | 247 |
| 112: | The World's Day. | Dark was the world when from the bowers | | 64 | 287 |
| 113: | Three For Three. | Giving up three for one!" - mother, | | 32 | 286 |
| 114: | Till To-Morrow. | Good night! good night! - the golden day | | 24 | 212 |
| 115: | Time For Bed | Time for bed!" - the weary day | | 68 | 231 |
| 116: | To A Day Lily | What! only to stay | | 45 | 225 |
| 117: | To A Motherless Babe. | Why art thou here, little, motherless one, - | | 10 | 265 |
| 118: | To Our Parents | Full fifty years together - | | 40 | 257 |
| 119: | Under The Rod | Be silent, Soul! - though dark thy path and dreary, | | 40 | 345 |
| 120: | Under The Snow | Over the mountains, under the snow | | 82 | 259 |
| 121: | Unknown | Thou hast marked the lonely river, | | 24 | 252 |
| 122: | Up The Nepigon. | How beautiful, how beautiful, | | 48 | 244 |
| 123: | Weary. | Weary of dreaming what never comes true, | | 21 | 269 |
| 124: | Yes, The Weary Earth Shall Brighten. | Yes, the weary earth shall brighten - | | 24 | 305 |
