450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -