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Good Morning — Midnight –

Good Morning -- Midnight --Good Morning — Midnight –
I’m coming Home –
Day — got tired of Me –
How could I — of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place –
I liked to stay –
But Morn — didn’t want me — now –
So — Goodnight — Day!

I can look — can’t I –
When the East is Red?
The Hills — have a way — then –
That puts the Heart — abroad –

You — are not so fair — Midnight –
I chose — Day –
But — please take a little Girl –
He turned away!

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I never felt at Home — Below –

I never felt at Home -- Below --I never felt at Home — Below –
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home — I know –
I don’t like Paradise –

Because it’s Sunday — all the time –
And Recess — never comes –
And Eden’ll be so lonesome
Bright Wednesday Afternoons –

If God could make a visit –
Or ever took a Nap –
So not to see us — but they say
Himself — a Telescope

Perennial beholds us –
Myself would run away
From Him — and Holy Ghost — and All –
But there’s the “Judgement Day”!

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I felt my life with both my hands

I felt my life with both my handsI felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there –
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler –

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner’s name –
For doubt, that I should know the Sound –

I judged my features — jarred my hair –
I pushed my dimples by, and waited –
If they — twinkled back –
Conviction might, of me –

I told myself, “Take Courage, Friend –
That — was a former time –
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!”

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‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so –

'Tis not that Dying hurts us so --‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
‘Tis Living — hurts us more –
But Dying — is a different way –
A Kind behind the Door –

The Southern Custom — of the Bird –
That ere the Frosts are due –
Accepts a better Latitude –
We — are the Birds — that stay.

The Shrivers round Farmers’ doors –
For whose reluctant Crumb –
We stipulate — till pitying Snows
Persuade our Feathers Home.

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Tho’ I get home how late — how late –

Tho' I get home how late -- how late --Tho’ I get home how late — how late –
So I get home – ’twill compensate –
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me –
When Night — descending — dumb — and dark –
They hear my unexpected knock –
Transporting must the moment be –
Brewed from decades of Agony!

To think just how the fire will burn –
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn –
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me –
Beguiles the Centuries of way!

He was weak, and I was strong -then-

He was weak, and I was strong -then-He was weak, and I was strong -then-
So He let me lead him in
I was weak, and He was strong then
So I let him lead me. Home.

‘Twasn’t far -the door was near-
‘Twasn’t dark -for He went- too
‘Twasn’t loud, for He said nought
That was all I cared to know.

Day knocked -and we must part-
Neither -was strongest- now
He strove -and I strove- too
We didn’t do it -tho’!

You love me — you are sure –

You love me -- you are sure --You love me — you are sure –
I shall not fear mistake –
I shall not cheated wake –
Some grinning morn –
To find the Sunrise left –
And Orchards — unbereft –
And Dollie — gone!

I need not start — you’re sure –
That night will never be –
When frightened — home to Thee I run –
To find the windows dark –
And no more Dollie — mark –
Quite none?

Be sure you’re sure — you know –
I’ll bear it better now –
If you’ll just tell me so –
Than when — a little dull Balm grown –
Over this pain of mine –
You sting — again!