480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

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