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376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came