No Prisoner be —
Where Liberty —
Himself — abide with Thee —
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No Rack can torture me —
My Soul — at Liberty —
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One —
You cannot prick with saw —
Nor pierce with Scimitar —
Two Bodies — therefore be —
Bind One — The Other fly —
The Eagle of his Nest
No easier divest —
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No real Style of Colouring ever appears
But advertising in the News Papers
Look there youll see Sr Joshuas Colouring
Look at his Pictures All has taken WingNo Romance sold unto
Could so enthrall a Man
As the perusal of
His Individual One —
'Tis Fiction's — When 'tis small enough
To Credit — 'Tisn't true!Nobody knows this little Rose.
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to Thee. -
Only a Bee will miss it -
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey
On it's breast - to lie -
Only a Bird - will wonder -
Only a Breeze will sigh,
...None can experience stint
Who Bounty — have not known —
The fact of Famine — could not be
Except for Fact of Corn —
Want — is a meagre Art
Acquired by Reverse —
The Poverty that was not Wealth —
Cannot be Indigence.None who saw it ever told it
'Tis as hid as Death
Had for that specific treasure
A departing breath —
Surfaces may be invested
Did the Diamond grow
General as the Dandelion
Would you serve it so?Noon — is the Hinge of Day —
Evening — the Tissue Door —
Morning — the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar —Nor Mountain hinder Me
Nor Sea —
Who's Baltic —
Who's Cordillera?