831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…

I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—