“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

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

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