Safe Despair it is that raves — Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. - Emily Dickinson

The hallowing of Pain
Like hallowing of Heaven,
Obtains at a corporeal cost — The Summit is not given
to Him who strives severe
At middle of the Hill — But He who has achieved the Top — All — is the price of All

FAREWELL. Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses — Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall; For we must ride to the Judgment, And it's partly down hill. But never I mind the bridges, And never I mind the sea; Held fast in everlasting race By my own choice and thee. Good-by to the life I used to live, And the world I used to know; And kiss the hills for me, just once; Now I am ready to go!

Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast — Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!

Please God, might I behold him
In epauletted white — I should not fear the foe then — I should not fear the fight!