By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine