the Nile. The same critic does not
scruple to declare of Mr. Mifflin that he has a "glorious imagination,"
and to prophesy for him a distinguished future. Seldom indeed has a
first book of verse won such instant and universal appreciation as Mr.
Mifflin's volume of sonnets, just issued as the "American Treasury" goes
to press.

INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

A blight, a gloom, I know not what; 242

All that thou art not, makes not up the sum; 267

All the long August afternoon; 223

A man said unto his angel; 211

Another lamb, O Lamb of God, behold; 266

Around the rocky headlands, far and near; 271

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er; 63

As a twig trembles, which a bird; 145

At midnight, in the month of June; 57

At sea are tossing ships; 149

At the king's gate the subtle noon; 183

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down; 76

Be thou a bird, my soul, and mount and soar; 282

Because I could not stop for Death; 264

Bedtime's come fu' little boys; 225

Behind him lay the gray Azores; 199

Beneath the warrior's helm, behold; 248

Birds are singing round my window; 193

Burly, dozing bumble-bee; 169

By the rude bridge that arched the flood; 74

Chaos, of old, was God's dominion; 256

Close his eyes; his work is done; 106

Dark as the clouds of even; 100

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days; 126

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way; 175

Dear yesterday, glide not so fast; 155

Do you remember, father; 291

England, I stand on thy imperial ground; 273

Fair flower that dost so comely grow; 1

Farragut, Farragut; 110

From the Desert I come to thee; 85

"Give us a song!" the soldiers cried; 119

Green be the turf above thee; 36

Helen, thy beauty is to me; 31

Her hands are cold; her face is white; 124

Here is the place; right over the hill; 137

Her suffering ended with the day; 136

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood; 8

I am a woman--therefore I may not; 227

I fill this cup to one made up; 12

I have a little kinsman; 150

I knew she lay above me; 235

I lay me down to sleep; 122

I saw him once before; 95

I saw the twinkle of white feet; 64

I stand upon the summit of my years; 154

I waited in the little sunny room; 247

In a still room at hush of dawn; 298

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell; 21

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes; 165

In the greenest of our valleys; 26

In the summe