The Garden called Gethsemane, 85

85

The overfaithful sword returns the user, 87

87

There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally, 70

70

The road to En-dor is easy to tread, 55

55

These were never your true love's eyes, 119

119

The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part, 75

75

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, 65 [xiii]

65

[xiii]

'This is the State above the Law, 106

106

To-day, across our fathers' graves, 5

5

To the Judge of Right and Wrong, 35

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