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Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—