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Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
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—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
