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779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
