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46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
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.
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—