#AmericanWriters
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.