364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—