Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—