41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

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

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—