I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

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—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—

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

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—