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Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
