722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

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

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

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

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…