637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,