PAGE _Across a world where all men grieve,_ 156 _A._ 'I was a "have"' _B._ 'I was a "have-not,"' 135 After the burial-parties leave, 68 _Ah! What avails the classic bent,_ 96 _A tinker out of Bedford,_ 38 Be well assured that on our side, 24 Brethren, how shall it fare with me, 33 _Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all,_ 15 For all we have and are, 21 God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, 44 'Have you news of my boy Jack?' 61 He passed in the very battle-smoke, 31 I ate my 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