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II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…