This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.
Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.