#AmericanWriters
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
