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And night is coming down!Will no one guide a little boatUnto the nearest town?So Sailors say—on yesterday—Just as the dusk was brownOne little boat gave up its strifeAnd gurgled down and down.So angels say—on yesterday—Just as the dawn was redOne little boat—o’erspent with gales—Retrimmed its masts—redecked its sails—And shot—exultant on!

Just a Sea—with a Stem—If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a ‘Pine’—The Opinion will serve—for them—It has no Port, nor a ‘Line’—but the Jays—That split their route to the Sky—Or a Squirrel, whose giddy PeninsulaMay be easier reached—this way—For Inlands—the Earth is the under side—And the upper side—is the Sun—And its Commerce—if Commerce it…

Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal!Mine—here—in Vision—and in Veto!Mine—by the Grave’s Repeal—Tilted—Confirmed—Delirious Charter!Mine—long as Ages steal!

With a Bobolink for a Chorister —And an Orchard, for a Dome —Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —I just wear my Wings —And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,Our little Sexton — sings.God preaches, a noted Clergyman —And the sermon is never long,So instead of getting to Heaven, at least —I’m going, all…

I fear a Silent Man—Haranguer—I can overtake—Or Babbler—entertain—But He who weigheth—While the Rest—Expend their furthest pound—Of this Man—I am wary—I fear that He is Grand—

Oh Battle picturesque!Then I turn Soldier too,And he turns Satirist!How martial is this place!Had I a mighty gunI think I’d shoot the human raceAnd then to glory run!