The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day