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844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—