I never lost as much but twice

Eden is that old-fashioned House

"Faith" is a fine invention

I shall know why - when Time is over -

He fumbles at your Soul

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —

I know that Не exists

I'm ceded — I've stopped being Theirs —

Nature and God — I neither knew

Truth — is as old as God —

Lest this be Heaven indeed

I never saw a Moor —

The Soul should always stand ajar

Further in Summer than the Birds

How brittle are the Piers

Obtaining but our own Extent

Who has not found the Heaven — below —

The Bible is an antique Volume - 

Of God we ask one favor

A Pit — but Heaven over it —

Experiment escorts us last —