#AmericanWriters
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different