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When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
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,
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by