When We Hew Or Delve: After-comers Cannot

What I Do Is Me, For That I Came.

Life Death All Does End And Each Day Dies With Sleep.

When I Compare Myself, My Being-myself, With Anything Else Whatever, All Things Alike, All In The Same Degree, Rebuff Me With Blank Unlikeness.

Natural Heart's Ivy, Patience Masks Our Ruins Of Wrecked Past Purpose.

My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On; Let Me Live To My Sad Self Hereafter Kind, Charitable; Not Live This Tormented Mind With This Tormented Mind Tormenting Yet.