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Isaac was an Urchin—Abraham was old—Not a hesitation—Abraham complied—Flattered by ObeisanceTyranny demurred—Isaac—to his childrenLived to tell the tale—Moral—with a mastiffManners may prevail.

And said that I was strong—And could be mighty, if I liked—That Day—the Days among—Glows Central—like a JewelBetween Diverging Golds—The Minor One—that gleamed behind—And Vaster—of the World’s.

The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility.We passed the school where children played,Their lessons scarcely done;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun.We paused before a house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was…

The Flower—distinct and Red—I, passing, thought another NoonAnother in its steadWill equal glow, and thought no MoreBut came another DayTo find the Species disappeared—The Same Locality—The Sun in place—no other fraudOn Nature’s perfect Sum—Had I but lingered Yesterday—Was my retrieveless blame—Much Flowers of this and further ZonesHave perished in my HandsFor seeking its Resemblance—But unapproached…

Yet know I how the heather looksAnd what a billow be.I never spoke with God,Nor visited in heaven.Yet certain am I of the spotAs if the checks were given.

I felt the Columns close—The Earth reversed her Hemispheres—I touched the Universe—And back it slid—and I alone—A Speck upon a Ball—Went out upon Circumference—Beyond the Dip of Bell—