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September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—