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376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?