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

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

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,

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—