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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,
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
