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817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
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.”
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—