792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—