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961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
