659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?