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696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
