597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

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

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—