How Much Can Come And Much Can

Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind That Were The Mind Dissolved - The Site Of It By Architect Could Not Again Be Proved.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.