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.

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—