835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

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

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue