669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—