By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day

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She slept beneath a tree—
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute—
She recognized the foot—

685
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes—

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Funny’—to be a Century’—
And see the People’—going by’—
I’—should die of the Oddity’—
But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He

897
How fortunate the Grave—
All Prizes to obtain—
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.

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

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
I hunted all the Sand—
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand—
His Mighty Balls—in death were th

909
I make His Crescent fill or lack—
His Nature is at Full
Or Quarter—as I signify—
His Tides—do I control—

The Wind took up the Northern Th
And piled them in the south -
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth
The four Divisions of the Earth

876
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
Enclosed ’twas not of Rail
A Consciousness its Acre, and
It held a Human Soul.