You love the Lord — you cannot see —

You write Him — every day —

A little note — when you awake —

And further in the Day.


An Ample Letter — How you miss —

And would delight to see —

But then His...

Poet:

You said that I "was Great" — one Day —

Then "Great" it be — if that please Thee —

Or Small — or any size at all —

Nay — I'm the size suit Thee —


Tall — like the Stag — would that?

Or lower — like the Wren —...

Poet:

 
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You say their Pictures well Painted be

And yet they are Blockheads you all agree

Thank God I never was sent to school

To be Flogd into following the Style of a Fool...

Poet:

You see I cannot see — your lifetime —

I must guess —

How many times it ache for me — today — Confess —

How many times for my far sake

The brave eyes film —

But I guess guessing hurts —

Mine — got so dim!...

Poet:

You taught me Waiting with Myself —

Appointment strictly kept —

You taught me fortitude of Fate —

This — also — I have learnt —


An Altitude of Death, that could

No bitterer debar

Than Life — had done...

Poet:

You'll find — it when you try to die —

The Easier to let go —

For recollecting such as went —

You could not spare — you know.


And though their places somewhat filled —

As did their Marble names

With...

Poet:

You'll know Her — by Her Foot —

The smallest Gamboge Hand

With Fingers — where the Toes should be —

Would more affront the Sand —


Than this Quaint Creature's Boot —

Adjusted by a Stern —

Without a...

Poet:

You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon —

By Glory —

As you do the Sun —

By Glory —

As you will in Heaven —

Know God the Father — and the Son.


By intuition, Mightiest Things

Assert...

Poet:

You're right — "the way is narrow" —

And "difficult the Gate" —

And "few there be" — Correct again —

That "enter in — thereat" —


'Tis Costly — So are purples!

'Tis just the price of Breath —

With but...

Poet:

You've seen Balloons set — Haven't You?

So stately they ascend —

It is as Swans — discarded You,

For Duties Diamond —


Their Liquid Feet go softly out

Upon a Sea of Blonde —

They spurn the Air, as t'...

Poet: