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I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
