Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman’— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen’— The Road to Bethlehem

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive,

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

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

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases