843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

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

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

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