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

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—