972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—