608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

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

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,