Have any like Myself

Have any like Myself

Investigating March,

New Houses on the Hill descried—

And possibly a Church—

That were not, We are sure—

As lately as the Snow—

And are Today—if We exist—

Though how may this be so?

Have any like Myself

Conjectured Who may be

The Occupants of the Adobes—

So easy to the Sky—

‘Twould seem that God should be

The nearest Neighbor to—

And Heaven—a convenient Grace

For Show, or Company—

Have any like Myself

Preserved the Charm secure

By shunning carefully the Place

All Seasons of the Year,

Excepting March—’Tis then

My Villages be seen—

And possibly a Steeple—

Not afterward—by Men—