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189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
