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If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!