• She's happy, with a new Content —

    That feels to her — like Sacrament —

    She's busy — with an altered Care —

    As just apprenticed to the Air —


    She's tearful — if she weep at all —

    For blissful Causes — Most of all

    That Heaven permit so meek as her —

    To such a Fate — to Minister.

    ...

  • The words the happy say

    Are paltry melody

    But those the silent feel

    Are beautiful —

  • Too happy Time dissolves itself

    And leaves no remnant by -

    'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath

    Or too much weight to fly -