388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

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

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

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

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.