Of so divine a Loss
We enter but the Gain,
Indemnity for Loneliness
That such a Bliss has been.

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.
Through all their former Places,

I reckon —when I count at all —
First —Poets —Then the Sun —
Then Summer —Then the Heaven of
And then —the List is done —
But, looking back —the First so s

497
He strained my faith—
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust—
Did it then—yield?

I MEANT to have but modest need
Such as content, and heaven;
Within my income these could lie,
And life and I keep even.
But since the last included both,

If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They’d laugh and run away.
If all the joys I am to have

923
How the Waters closed above Him
We shall never know—
How He stretched His Anguish to
That—is covered too—

980
Purple’—is fashionable twice’—
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.

502
At least’—to pray’—is left’—is lef
Oh Jesus’—in the Air’—
I know not which thy chamber is’—
I’m knocking’—everywhere’—

880
The Bird must sing to earn the Cr
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty
The Rose content may bloom