933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—