XL. A DESOLATION
XLI. THE OLD GARDEN
XLII. THE POTTERY
XLIII. THE GATE-LODGE
XLIV. THE CORNER OF THE BUTCHER'S SHOP
XLV. HERE AND THERE
XLVI. THE MINISTER'S STUDY
XLVII. THE BLOWING OF THE WIND
XLVIII. THE BORDER-LAND
XLIX. EMPTY HOUSES
L. FALLOW FIELDS
LI. THE NEW OLD HOUSE
LII. THE LEVEL OF THE LYTHE
LIII. MY LADY'S CHAMBER
LIV. NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE




TO

W.C.T.

TUUM EST.

Clear-windowed temple of the God of grace,
From the loud wind to me a hiding-place!
Thee gird broad lands with genial motions rife,
But in thee dwells, high-throned, the Life of life
Thy test no stagnant moat half-filled with mud,