493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,