Some keep the Sabbath going to Church--
I keep it, staying at Home--
With a Bobolink for a Chorister--
And an Orchard, for a Dome--
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice--
I just wear my Wings--
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton-sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman--
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last--
I'm going, all along.
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Nature-the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child--
The feeblest-or the waywardest--
Her Admonition mild--
In Forest-and the Hill--
By Traveller-be head--
Restraining Rampant Squirrel--
Or too impetuous bird--
How fair Her Conversation--
A Summer Afternoon--
Her Household-Her Assembly--
And when the Sun go down--
Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket--
The most unworthy Flower--
When all the Children sleep--
she turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps--
Then bending from the Sky--
With infinite Affection--
And infiniter Care--
her Golden finger on Her lip--
Wills Silence-Everywhere--
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I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior-for Doors--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visiters-the fairest--
For Occupation-This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise
Celebration of Love
World of Love
Poems of Love and Hope
A Need for Love
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