902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—

LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.

106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—

766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,

The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth