997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –