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Supposed they visited remoteOr settled Regions wild –But did because they diedA Fact withheld the little child –

When Excellence be deadHe were superfluous every DayFor every Day be saidThat syllable whose FaithJust saves it from DespairAnd whose ‘I’ll meet You’ hesitatesIf Love inquire ‘Where’?Upon His dateless FameOur Periods may lieAs Stars that drop anonymousFrom an abundant sky.

Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows—andDo not You—And We know not—Enough for UsThe Wisdom it be so—The Lightning—never asked an EyeWherefore it shut—when He was by—Because He knows it cannot speak—And reasons not contained——Of Talk—There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—Because He’s Sunrise—and I…

Did they forget thee?Then dinna care! Then dinna care!Proud little Heart!Did they forsake thee?Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!Frail little Heart!I would not break thee—Could’st credit me? Could’st credit me?Gay little Heart—Like Morning Glory!Wind and Sun—wilt thee array!

But then—Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling ’twas—Forget it—Lord—of Them—Let not my Witness hinder ThemIn Heavenly esteem—No Paradise could be—ConferredThrough Their beloved Blame—The Harm They did—was short—And sinceMyself—who bore it—do—Forgive Them—Even as Myself—Or else—forgive not me—

Poverty—be justifyingFor so foul a thingPossibly—but We—would ratherFrom Our Garret goWhite—Unto the White Creator—Than invest—Our Snow—Thought belong to Him who gave it—Then—to Him Who bearIts Corporeal illustration—SellThe Royal Air—In the Parcel—Be the MerchantOf the Heavenly Grace—But reduce no Human SpiritTo Disgrace of Price—