#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
