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CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| XX. | 211 | |
| The morning drum-call on my eager ear | ||
| XXI. | 211 | |
| I have trod the upward and the downward slope | ||
| XXII. | 211 | |
| He hears with gladdened heart the thunder | ||
| XXIII. | The Lost Occasion | 212 |
| Farewell, fair day and fading light | ||
| XXIV. | If This Were Faith | 212 |
| God, if this were enough | ||
| XXV. | My Wife | 214 |
| Trusty, dusky, vivid, true | ||
| XXVI. | Winter | 215 |
| In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane | ||
| XXVII. | 215 | |
| The stormy evening closes now in vain | ||
| XXVIII. | To an Island Princess | 216 |
| Since long ago, a child at home | ||
| XXIX. | To Kalakua | 218 |
| The Silver Ship, my King—that was her name |
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