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59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.