657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

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

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

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