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A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,