I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold