889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…