I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom