It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

’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

The Grass so little has to do '€“ A Sphere of simple Green '€“ With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain '€“ And stir all day to pretty Tunes

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?

HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days,

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

636 The Way I read a Letter’s’—this’… ’Tis first’—I lock the Door’— And push it with my fingers’—next’… For transport it be sure’—

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament