The Stars express around
For in the Zones of Paradise
The Lord alone is burned—
His Eye, it is the East and West—
The North and South when He
Do concentrate His Countenance
Like Glow Worms, flee away—
Oh Poor and Far—
Oh Hindred Eye
That hunted for the Day—
The Lord a Candle entertains
Entirely for Thee—
The Persons of prognosticationAre coming now –We try to show becoming firmness –But pompous JoyBetrays us, as his first BetrothalBetrays a Boy.
When I forget to tease—They’ll recollect how cold I lookedAnd how I just said ‘Please.’Then They will hasten to the DoorTo call the little GirlWho cannot thank Them for the IceThat filled the lisping full.
With a Bobolink for a Chorister —And an Orchard, for a Dome —Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —I just wear my Wings —And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,Our little Sexton — sings.God preaches, a noted Clergyman —And the sermon is never long,So instead of getting to Heaven, at least —I’m going, all…
The thoughtful grave encloses—Tenderly tucking them in from frostBefore their feet are cold.Never the treasures in her nestThe cautious grave exposes,Building where schoolboy dare not look,And sportsman is not bold.This covert have all the childrenEarly aged, and often cold,Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father—Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
Are so for that most fatal causeIn Nature – they are full –
A stealing that is not a stealthAnd Summers are away
