531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…