831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

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

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.