100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

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

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

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

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—