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98. A Memory . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 99. The Baby's
Tear. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100. Irene . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 102.
Unrecorded . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103. Beatrice
Cenci . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 107. Under the
Stars . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 109. Catching the
Sunbeams . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 110. The Soldier's
Grave . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112. Beyond the Sunset are the Hills of
God . . . . . . . 114. Never . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 115. The
Mississippi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117. The Prince
Imperial . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 119. On the Lake . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
121. Beyond . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123. A
Sonnet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 124. Under the
Sea . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 125. The Old year and the

New . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 126. Easter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 128.
May . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130. Summer
Rain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 131. September . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
132. October . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 133. Falling
Leaves . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135. Autumn
Flowers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135.
Remembrance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 137. Winter
Flowers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 138. Snow
Flakes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 140. Sunset on the
Mississippi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 141. Not Dead but
Sleeping . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 143. A Sunbeam . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
145. The Phantom of Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 148-152.
Love or Fame.
Part I.
Girlhood
Girlhood, the dearest time of joy and love,
The sunny spring of
gladness and of peace,
The time that joins its links with heaven above,

And all that's pure below; a running ease
Of careless thought
beguiles the murmuring stream
Of girlish life, and as some sweet,
vague dream,
The fleeting days go by; fair womanhood
Comes oft
to lure the girlish feet away,
But by the brooklet still they love to
stray,
Nor long to seek the world's engulfing flood.
Hilda--a name that seems to stand alone--
So strong, so clear it
sharply echoing tone;
And yet a name that holds a weirdlike