"My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – In Corners – till a Day The Owner passed – identified – And carried Me away –"

"The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind –"

"The first Day's Night had come – And grateful for the Lawn The trees that made an Avenue And Work – put up – till Dawn –"

"The only Balm for Woe Is Labor – and the Balm for Labor – Woe –"

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?"