481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe