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Portraits Are to Daily Faces

Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine — In a satin Vest!

Except the Heaven Had Come so Near

Except the Heaven had come so near — So seemed to choose My Door — The Distance would not haunt me so — I had not hoped — before — But just to hear the Grace depart — I never thought to see — Afflicts me with a Double loss — 'Tis lost — and lost to me —

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Faith Is a Fine Invention

“Faith” is a fine invention

For Gentlemen who see!

But Microscopes are prudent

In an Emergency!

My Country Need Not Change Her Gown

My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 'twas cut at Lexington, And first pronounced "a fit." Great Britain disapproves, "the stars"; Disparagement discreet,— There's something in their attitude That taunts her bayonet.

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Experiment to Me

Experiment to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel? The figure of a nut Presents upon a tree, Equally plausibly; But meat within is requisite, To squirrels and to me.

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God Gave a Loaf to Every Bird

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve,-- My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine,-- Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around, I could not miss an ear, Such plenty smiles upon my board, My garner shows so fair. I wonder how the rich may feel,-- An Indiaman--an Earl? I deem that I with but a crumb Am sovereign of them all.

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Victory Comes Late

Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it. How sweet it would have tasted, Just a drop! Was God so economical? His table's spread too high for us Unless we dine on tip-toe. Crumbs fit such little mouths, Cherries suit robins; The eagle's golden breakfast Strangles them. God keeps his oath to sparrows, Who of little love Know how to starve!

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It Tossed and Tossed

It tossed -- and tossed -- A little Brig I knew -- o'ertook by Blast -- It spun -- and spun -- And groped delirious, for Morn -- It slipped -- and slipped -- As One that drunken -- stept -- Its white foot tripped -- Then dropped from sight -- Ah, Brig -- Good Night To Crew and You -- The Ocean's Heart too smooth -- too Blue -- To break for You --

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I Should Have Been Too Saved I See

I should have been too glad, I see – Too lifted – for the scant degree Of Life's penurious Round – My little Circuit would have shamed This new Circumference – have blamed – The homelier time behind –

I should have been too saved – I see – Too rescued – Fear too dim to me That I could spell the Prayer I knew so perfect – yesterday – That Scalding One – Sabachthani – Recited fluent – here –

Earth would have been too much – I see – And Heaven – not enough for me – I should have had the Joy Without the Fear – to justify – The Palm – without the Calvary – So Savior – Crucify –

Defeat whets Victory – they say – The Reefs in old Gethsemane Endear the Coast beyond – 'Tis Beggars – Banquets best define – 'Tis Parching – vitalizes Wine – Faith bleats to understand!

A Poor Torn Heart a Tattered Heart

A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart— That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

Nor noticed Night did soft descend— Nor Constellation burn— Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown.

The angels—happening that way This dusty heart espied— Tenderly took it up from toil And carried it to God—

There—sandals for the Barefoot— There—gathered from the gales— Do the blue havens by the hand Lead the wandering Sails.

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Though I Get Home How Late

Though I get home how late, how late! So I get home, ’t will compensate. Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me, When, night descending, dumb and dark, They hear my unexpected knock. Transporting must the moment be, Brewed from decades of agony!

To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn To wonder what myself will say, And what itself will say to me, Beguiles the centuries of way!

Is Heaven a Physician?

Is Heaven a Physician? They say that He can heal — But Medicine Posthumous Is unavailable — Is Heaven an Exchequer? They speak of what we owe — But that negotiation I'm not a Party to —

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A Thought Went up My Mind To-Day

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 The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; It just reminded me--'t was all-- And came my way no more.

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Delight Becomes Pictorial

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,-- More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!

The Show Is Not the Show

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play-- Both went to see.

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I like to See It Lap up the Miles

I like to see it lap the Miles - And lick the Valleys up - And stop to feed itself at Tanks - And then - prodigious step Around a Pile of Mountains - And supercilious peer In Shanties - by the sides of Roads - And then a Quarry pare To fit its Ribs And crawl between Complaining all the while In horrid - hooting stanza - Then chase itself down Hill - And neigh like Boanerges - Then - punctual as a Star Stop - docile and omnipotent At its own stable door

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Surgeons Must Be Very Careful

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit--Life!

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