623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!