145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

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

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

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

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…