377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen