A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
An Unreality is lent,

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’Twas the old’—road’—through pain’
That unfrequented’—one’—
With many a turn’—and thorn’—
That stops’—at Heaven’—

ARCTURUS is his other name,—
I ’d rather call him star!
It ’s so unkind of science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day—

We like March, his shoes are purp
He is new and high;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
Makes he forest dry;
Knows the adder’s tongue his comin

Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!
The saints shall meet

‘Faith’ is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see’—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee
The supreme iniquity
Fashioned by thy candid Hand
In a moment contraband -
Though to trust us - seems to us

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I could not drink it, Sweet,
Till You had tasted first,
Though cooler than the Water was
The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.

No matter—now—Sweet—
But when I’m Earl—
Won’t you wish you’d spoken
To that dull Girl?
Trivial a Word—just—

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’Twas such a little’—little boat
That toddled down the bay!
’Twas such a gallant’—gallant sea
That beckoned it away!