814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!