787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills