793
Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breas
For His Shy House—
And baffles quest—

847
Finite’—to fail, but infinite to
For the one ship that struts the s
Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C
Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

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

612
It would have starved a Gnat—
To live so small as I—
And yet I was a living Child—
With Food’s necessity

They say that ‘time assuages,’—
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble,

By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day

The spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands—
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds—
He plies from Nought to Nought—

“Morning”'—means “Milking”'—to th
Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’—
Dice’—to the Maid’—
Morning means just Risk’—to the L
Just revelation’—to the Beloved’—

224
I've nothing else—to bring, You k
So I keep bringing These—
Just as the Night keeps fetching
To our familiar eyes—

823
Not that We did, shall be the tes
When Act and Will are done
But what Our Lord infers We woul
Had We diviner been—