Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

The Soul selects her own Society.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

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