836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

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

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

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

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

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—