#AmericanWriters
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
