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Are not fair as this—Syllables of Velvet—Sentences of Plush,Depths of Ruby, undrained,Hid, Lip, for Thee—Play it were a Humming Bird—And just sipped—me—

How Kinsmen fell—Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory—And their young willBent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted—Till God’s full time—When they let go the ignominy—smiling—And Shame went still—Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me,Worn fairBy Heads rejected—in the lower country—Of honors there—Such spirit makes her perpetual mention,That I—grown bold—Step martial—at my Crucifixion—As Trumpets—rolled—Feet, small…

The smaller of the two!Brain of His Brain—Blood of His Blood—Two lives—One Being—now—Forever of His fate to taste—If grief—the largest part—If joy—to put my piece awayFor that beloved Heart—All life—to know each other—Whom we can never learn—And bye and bye—a Change—Called Heaven—Rapt Neighborhoods of Men—Just finding out—what puzzled us—Without the lexicon!

Tapped soft upon the TownWith ‘I am great and cannot waitSo therefore let me in.’‘You’re soon,’ the Town replied,‘My Faces are asleep—But swear, and I will let you by,You will not wake them up.’The easy Guest compliedBut once within the TownThe transport of His CountenanceAwakened Maid and ManThe Neighbor in the PoolUpon His Hip elateMade…

That interrupt the MornWith hurried—few—express ReportsWhen March is scarcely on—The Robin is the OneThat overflow the NoonWith her cherubic quantity—An April but begun—The Robin is the OneThat speechless from her NestSubmit that Home—and CertaintyAnd Sanctity, are best

Has a fictitious CharterOr it has none –Balked in the vastest instanceBut to renew –Felled by but one assassin –Prosperity –