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Many Things Thou Hast Given Me, Dear Heart Many things thou hast given me, dear heart; But one thing thou hast taken: that high dream Of heaven as of a country that should seem Beyond all glory that divinest art Has pictured:—with this I have had to part Since knowing thee;—how long, love, will the... Poet: Alice Wellington Rollins	Four Things Four things a man must learn to do If he would make his record true: To think without confusion clearly; To love his fellow-men sincerely; To act from honest motives purely; To trust in God and Heaven securely. Poet: Henry Van Dyke	Seein’ Things I Ain’t afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An’ things ’at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice! I ’m pretty brave, I guess; an’ yet I hate to go to bed, For, when I ’m tucked up warm an’ snug an’ when my prayers are said, Mother tells... Poet: Eugene Field	Best Things dwell out of Sight Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl — the Just — Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare — The Capsule of the Wind The Capsule of the Mind Exhibit here, as doth a... Poet:
Great things are done *** * *** Great things are done when Men & Mountains meet This is not Done by jostling in the Street Poet:	I had some things that I called mine — I had some things that I called mine — And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities. The property, my garden, Which having sown with care, He claims the pretty... Poet:	Of nearness to her sundered Things Of nearness to her sundered Things The Soul has special times — When Dimness — looks the Oddity — Distinctness — easy — seems — The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Familiar, in the Rooms — Untarnished... Poet:	Poetical Essay on the Existing State of Things Destruction marks thee! o’er the blood-stain’d heath Is faintly borne the stifled wail of death; Millions to fight compell’d, to fight or die In mangled heaps... Poet:
Some things that fly there be — Some things that fly there be — Birds — Hours — the Bumblebee — Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be — Grief — Hills — Eternity — Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting,... Poet:	The Things that never can come back, are several — The Things that never can come back, are several — Childhood — some forms of Hope — the Dead — Though Joys — like Men — may sometimes make a Journey — And still abide — We do not mourn for Traveler, or Sailor, Their... Poet: