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135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…