The Judge is like the Owl —
I've heard my Father tell —
And Owls do build in Oaks —
So here's an Amber Sill —
That slanted in my Path —
When going to the Barn —
And if it serve You for a House —...
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The Juggler's Hat her Country is — |
The Lady feeds Her little Bird |
The largest Fire ever known |
She mentioned, and forgot; |
The last of Summer is Delight — |
The Life that tied too tight escapes |
The Life we have is very great. |
The Lightning is a yellow Fork |
The Lightning playeth — all the while — |