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

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—