1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

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

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.