The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

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

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?