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It makes the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! IT MAKES THE PARTING TRANQUIL AND KEEPS THE SOUL SERENE THAT GENTLEMEN SO SPRIGHTLY CONDUCT THE PLEASING SCENE
of thread, And trudging feet from school. Playmates, and holidays, and nuts, And visions vast and small. Strange that the feet so precious charged Should reach so small a goal! XXV. Essential oils are wrung: The attar from the rose Is not expressed by suns alone, It is the gift of screws. The general rose decays; But this, in lady's drawer, Makes summer when the lady lies In ceaseless rosemary. XXVI. I lived on dread; to those who know The stimulus there is In danger, other impetus Is numb and vital-less. As 't were a spur upon the soul, A fear will urge it where To go without the spectre's aid Were challenging despair. XXVII. If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go, -- One might depart at option From enterprise below! 'T is sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly. Y NEEDLES AND SPOOLS OF THREAD AND TRUDGING FEET FROM SCHOOL PLAYMATES AND HOLIDAYS AND NUTS AND VISIONS VAST AND SMALL STRANGE THAT THE FEET SO PRECIOUS CHARGED SHOULD REACH SO SMALL A GOAL TWENTY FIVE ESSENTIAL OILS ARE WRUNG THE ATTAR FROM THE ROSE IS NOT EXPRESSED BY SUNS ALONE IT IS THE GIFT OF SCREWS THE GENERAL ROSE DECAYS BUT THIS IN LADY'S DRAWER MAKES SUMMER WHEN THE LADY LIES IN CEASELESS ROSEMARY TWENTY SIX I LIVED ON DREAD TO THOSE WHO KNOW THE STIMULUS THERE IS IN DANGER OTHER IMPETUS IS NUMB AND VITAL THIS AS TWERE A SPUR UPON THE SOUL A FEAR WILL URGE IT WHERE TO GO WITHOUT THE SPECTRE'S AID OR CHALLENGING DESPAIR TWENTY SEVEN IF I SHOULD DIE AND YOU SHOULD LIVE AND TIME SHOULD GURGLE ON AND MORN SHOULD BEAM AND NOON SHOULD BURN AS IT HAS USUAL DONE IF BIRDS SHOULD BUILD AS EARLY AND BEES AS BUSTLING GO ONE MIGHT DEPART AT OPTION FROM ENTERPRISE BELOW T IS SWEET TO KNOW THAT STOCKS WILL STAND WHEN WE WITH DAISIES LIE THAT COMMERCE WILL CONTINUE AND TRADES AS BRISKLY FLY
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