269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

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

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—