855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

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

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

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

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.