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49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
