61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

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

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear