719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

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

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -