857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me