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Some Rainbow’—coming from the Fai
Some Vision of the World Cashmer
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock’s purple Train

Part One: Life
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted,

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The Zeroes’—taught us’—Phosphorou
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers’—when a Boy’—
And Tinder’—guessed’—by power

A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard—
Till morning touching mountain—

The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain–
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;

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They leave us with the Infinite.
But He—is not a man—
His fingers are the size of fists—
His fists, the size of men—

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You left me’—Sire’—two Legacies’—
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of’—

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast

159
A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa

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I had some things that I called m
And God, that he called his,
Till, recently a rival Claim
Disturbed these amities.