698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—