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So when the Hills decay—My Faith must take the Purple WheelTo show the Sun the way—‘Tis first He steps upon the Vane—And then—upon the Hill—And then abroad the World He goTo do His Golden Will—And if His Yellow feet should miss—The Bird would not arise—The Flowers would slumber on their Stems—No Bells have Paradise—How dare…

Is solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,–The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity.

Whose table once aGuest but notThe second time is set.Whose crumbs the crows inspectAnd with ironic cawFlap past it to the Farmer’s Corn–Men eat of it and die.

Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!Sometime, upon a bough,From which he doth descend in plushUpon the Passer-by!All this in summer.But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,He taketh Damask Residence—And struts in sewing silk!Then, finer than a Lady,Emerges in the spring!A Feather on each shoulder!You’d scarce…

They bury, in the Grave?I do believe a SpeciesAs positively liveAs I, who testify itDeny that I—am dead—And fill my Lungs, for Witness—From Tanks—above my Head—I say to you, said Jesus—That there be standing here—A Sort, that shall not taste of Death—If Jesus was sincere—I need no further Argue—That statement of the LordIs not a…

Brave—Broken hearted statement—Uttered in Bethlehem!I could not have told it,But since Jesus dared—Sovereign! Know a DaisyThey dishonor shared!