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Little Breeches A Pike County View of Special Providence I DON’T go much on religion, I never ain’t had no show; But I ’ve got a middlin’ tight grip, sir, On the handful o’ things I know. I don’t pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort o’ thing... Poet: John Hay	As if some little Arctic flower As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem — Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer — To firmaments of sun — To strange, bright crowds of flowers — ... Poet:	Behold this little Bane — Behold this little Bane — The Boon of all alive — As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love — To lack of it is Woe — To own of it is Wound — Not elsewhere — if in Paradise Its... Poet:	But little Carmine hath her face — But little Carmine hath her face — Of Emerald scant — her Gown — Her Beauty — is the love she doth — Itself — exhibit — Mine — Poet:
Give little Anguish — Give little Anguish — Lives will fret — Give Avalanches — And they'll slant — Straighten — look cautious for their Breath — But make no syllable — like Death — Who only shows the Marble Disc — ... Poet:	God made a little Gentian — God made a little Gentian — It tried — to be a Rose — And failed — and all the Summer laughed — But just before the Snows There rose a Purple Creature — That ravished all the Hill — And Summer hid... Poet:	The Grass so little has to do — The Grass so little has to do — A Sphere of simple Green — With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain — And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along — ... Poet:	Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so ? And nobody... Poet:
Her little Parasol to lift Her little Parasol to lift And once to let it down Her whole Responsibility — To imitate be Mine. A Summer further I must wear, Content if Nature's Drawer Present me from sepulchral Crease ... Poet:	His little Hearse like Figure His little Hearse like Figure Unto itself a Dirge To a delusive Lilac The vanity divulge Of Industry and Morals And every righteous thing For the divine Perdition Of Idleness and Spring —... Poet: