The Years Between | Page 3

fill of a whale that died,
121
I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my
way, 114
If you stop to find out what your wages will be,
80
_In a land that the sand overlays--the ways to her
gates are
untrod,
148

Not in the thick of the fight,
63

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,