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I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone