645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

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

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

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…