147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold