914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

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