778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

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

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

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,

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?