145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

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

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?