327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.