550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling