147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

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,

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault