XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—