896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—