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Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design— According as his skill prefer It perish, or endure— Content, soe’er, it ornament His absent character.
Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise— Pardon—to look upon thy face— With these old fashioned Eyes— Better than new—could be—for that— Though bought in Paradise— Because they…
Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face Mind thee in Paradise Of ours!
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It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of these We men and women die!
It’s like the light, — A fashionless delight It’s like the bee, — A dateless melody. It’s like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees. It’s like the morning, — Best when it’s done, —…
It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority— It’s easy to efface it— The thrifty Deity Could scarce afford Eternity To Spontaneity— The Perished Patterns murmur— But His Perturbless Plan Proceed—inserting Here—a…
It’s coming—the postponeless Creature— It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door— Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings— Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”? Simple Salute—and certain Recognition— Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend— Dresses each House in Crape, and…
It’s All I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, — Some one the sum could tell, —…
It would never be Common—more—I said— Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done— Or—if it sometime—showed—as ’twill— Upon the Downiest—Morn— Such bliss—had I—for all the years— ‘Twould give an Easier—pain— I’d so much joy—I told it—Red—…