772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

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—

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—