‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee
The supreme iniquity
Fashioned by thy candid Hand
In a moment contraband -
Though to trust us - seems to us

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The Day undressed—Herself—
Her Garter—was of Gold—
Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—
Her Dimities—as old

I YEARS had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine

STEP lightly on this narrow spot
The broadest land that grows
Is not so ample as the breast
These emerald seams enclose.
Step lofty; for this name is told

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes—

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If He were living’—dare I ask’—
And how if He be dead’—
And so around the Words I went’—
Of meeting them’—afraid’—

A LITTLE road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,

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It makes no difference abroad—
The Seasons—fit—the same—
The Mornings blossom into Noons—
And split their Pods of Flame—

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Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
Was the Leopard—bold?
Deserts—never rebuked her Satin—
Ethiop—her Gold—

BEFORE I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.
But were it told to me, to—day,