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900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
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—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…