It's thoughts — and just One Heart —
And Old Sunshine — about —
Make frugal — Ones — Content —
And two or three — for Company —
Upon a Holiday —
Crowded — as Sacrament —
Books — when the Unit —
Spare the Tenant — long eno' —
A Picture — if it Care —
Itself — a...
Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose
The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul —
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is license to be still.
WHILE hisses, groans, cat-calls thro' the pit,
Deplore the hapless poet's want of wit:
J—n W—ts, from silence bursing in a rage,
Cried, 'Men are mad who write in such an age.'
'Not so,' replied his friend, a sneering blade,
'The poet's only dull, the printer's mad.'
With many children was the Patriarch blest,
Yet Joseph he preferr'd before the rest:
To tend his flock was all the youth's employ
To serve his God and Sire his only joy:
Jacob of his lov'd consort now depriv'd,
Beheld her graces in the son reviv'd;
And all the love he had to Rachel gone,
Was...
The time of winter now is o’er—
There’s verdure on the plain;
We leave our shelt’ring roofs once more,
And to our tents again.
Chorus
Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
O Jacob! rise and sing.
Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
All hail...
Joy to have merited the Pain —
To merit the Release —
Joy to have perished every step —
To Compass Paradise —
Pardon — to look upon thy face —
With these old fashioned Eyes —
Better than new — could be — for that —
Though bought in Paradise —
Because they looked on...
Judgment is justest
When the Judged,
His action laid away,
Divested is of every Disk
But his sincerity.
Honor is then the safest hue
In a posthumous Sun —
Not any color will endure
That scrutiny can burn.
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain —
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design —
According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure —
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character.
Just Once! Oh least Request!
Could Adamant refuse
So small a Grace
So scanty put,
Such agonizing terms?
Would not a God of Flint
Be conscious of a sigh
As down His Heaven dropt remote
"Just Once" Sweet Deity?
Just so — Jesus — raps —
He — doesn't weary —
Last — at the Knocker —
And first — at the Bell.
Then — on divinest tiptoe — standing —
Might He but spy the lady's soul —
When He — retires —
Chilled — or weary —
It will be ample time for — me —
Patient — upon the steps...