Our little secrets slink away —
Beside God's shall not tell —
He kept his word a Trillion years
And might we not as well —
But for the niggardly delight
To make each other stare
Is there no sweet beneath...
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Poor little Heart! |
Prayer is the little implement |
The Dying need but little, Dear, |
The grave my little cottage is, |
The Lady feeds Her little Bird |
They have a little Odor — that to me |
This dirty — little — Heart |
To die — takes just a little while — |
Too little way the House must lie |