Woos, as He states us—by His Son—
Verily, a Vicarious Courtship—
‘Miles’, and ‘Priscilla’, were such an One—
But, lest the Soul—like fair ‘Priscilla’
Choose the Envoy—and spurn the Groom—
Vouches, with hyperbolic archness—
‘Miles’, and ‘John Alden’ were Synonym—
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Day and I—in competition ran—I finished Two—and several Stars—While He—was making One—His own was ampler—but as IWas saying to a friend—Mine—is the more convenientTo Carry in the Hand—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
Not any Trance of industryThese shadows scrutinize –Whose Allies go no more astrayFor service or for Glee –But all mankind deliver hereFrom whatsoever sea –
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Sailing silently,Ho! Pilot, ho!Knowest thou the shoreWhere no breakers roar—Where the storm is o’er?In the peaceful westMany the sails at rest—The anchors fast—Thither I pilot thee—Land Ho! Eternity!Ashore at last!
Our journey had advanced;
To that odd fork in Being’s road,Eternity by term.Our pace took sudden awe,Our feet reluctant led.Before were cities, but between,The forest of the dead.Retreat was out of hope,–Behind, a sealed route,Eternity’s white flag before,And God at every gate.
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The Forests as they frozeTogether heard them strengtheningEach other with the wordsThat Heaven if Heaven—must containWhat Either left behindAnd then the cheer too solemn grewFor language, and the windLong steps across the features tookThat Love had touched the MornWith reverential Hyacinth—The taleless Days went onTill Mystery impatient drewAnd those They left behindLed absent, were procured…
Could mortal lip divine
Of a delivered syllable‘Twould crumble with the weight.