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My Bonnet but to tieAnd shut the Door unto my HouseNo more to do have ITill His best step approachingWe journey to the DayAnd tell each other how We sungTo Keep the Dark away.

Love Marine and Love terrene –Love celestial too –

Till we—are stouter—What they—renounced—Till we—are less afraid—How many times they—bore the faithful witness—Till we—are helped—As if a Kingdom—cared!Read then—of faith—That shone above the fagot—Clear strains of HymnThe River could not drown—Brave names of Men—And Celestial Women—Passed out—of RecordInto—Renown!

Become so wondrous dear—As for the lost we grappleTho’ all the rest are here—In broken mathematicsWe estimate our prizeVast—in its fading rationTo our penurious eyes!

First—Poets—Then the Sun—Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God—And then—the List is done—But, looking back—the First so seemsTo Comprehend the Whole—The Others look a needless Show—So I write—Poets—All—Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year—They can afford a SunThe East—would deem extravagant—And if the Further Heaven—Be Beautiful as they prepareFor Those who worship Them—It is too difficult a Grace—To…

And you should live—And time should gurgle on—And morn should beam—And noon should burn—As it has usual done—If Birds should build as earlyAnd Bees as bustling go—One might depart at optionFrom enterprise below!‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will standWhen we with Daisies lie—That Commerce will continue—And Trades as briskly fly—It makes the parting tranquilAnd…