A Sickness of this World it most occasions

Until the morning sun—When One—turned smiling to the land—Oh God! the Other One!The stray ships—passing—Spied a face—Upon the waters borne—With eyes in death—still begging raised—And hands—beseeching—thrown!

To know if any Human eyes were nearTo whom He could entrust His wavering gaze—Until it settle broad—on Paradise—To know if He was patient—part content—Was Dying as He thought—or different—Was it a pleasant Day to die—And did the Sunshine face his way—What was His furthest mind—Of Home—or God—Or what the Distant say—At news that He…

Hiding individuals from the EarthSuperposition helps, as well as love—Tenderness decreases as we prove—

Just a paltry One—All forsook, for just a Stranger’sNew Accompanying—Grace of Wealth, and Grace of StationLess accounted thanAn unknown Esteem possessing—Estimate—Who can—Home effaced—Her faces dwindled—Nature—altered small—Sun—if shone—or Storm—if shattered—Overlooked I all—Dropped—my fate—a timid Pebble—In thy bolder Sea—Prove—me—Sweet—if I regret it—Prove Myself—of Thee—

If only to enclose the SaintsTo Affidavit given.The Missionary to the MoleMust prove there is a SkyLocation doubtless he would pleadBut what excuse have I?Too much of Proof affronts BeliefThe Turtle will not tryUnless you leave him – then returnAnd he has hauled away.

I deemed EternityA Revelation of Yourself—‘Twas therefore DeityThe Absolute—removedThe Relative away—That I unto Himself adjustMy slow idolatry—