Intimations of Immortality, op. 29

I. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream

II. The rainbow comes and goes

III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song

IV. Ye blessèd Creatures, I have heard the call

V. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting

VI. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own

VII. O joy! that in our embers

VIII. Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!

IX. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves