509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

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