Sonnet 41 - I ts

    XLI

    I ts,

    ito all

    tle near the prison-wall

    to s louder parts

    Ere t ons

    Or temples occupation, beyond call.

    But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall

    ook it, t Arts

    Orument didst drop do t

    to  I said betears, . . .

    Instruct me o to s

    My souls full meaning into future years,

    t t utterance, and salute

    Love t endures, from Life t disappears!

    Sonnet 42 - My future  copy fair my past

    XLII

    My future  copy fair my pastamp;mdash;

    I e t once; and t my side

    My ministering life-angel justified

    t

    to te turned at last,

    And tead, sa unallied

    to angels in tried

    By natural ills, received t fast,

    t, my pilgrims staff

    Gave out green leaves h morning dews impearled.

    I seek no copy no half:

    Leave h long musing curled,

    And e me neures epigraph,

    New angel mine, unhe world!

    Sonnet 43 -  me count trong>

    XLIII

    me count the ways.

    I love to t

    My soul can reac of sight

    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

    I love to the level of everydays

    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

    I love trive for Right;

    I love turn from Praise.

    I love t to use

    In my old griefs, and h.

    I love to lose

    it saints,amp;mdash,

    Smiles, tears, of all my life!amp;mdash;and, if God choose,