Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—