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VII. I read my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause,    The date, and manner of the shame; And then the pious form That "God have mercy" on the soul The jury voted him. SEVEN I READ MY SENTENCE STEADILY REVIEWED IT WITH MY EYES TO SEE THAT I MADE NO MISTAKE IN ITS EXTREMEST CLAUSE THE DATE AND MANNER OF THE SHAME AND THEN THE PIOUS FORM THAT GOD HAVE MERCY ON THE SOUL THE JURY VOTED HIM
nce the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground. III. At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, -- I 'm knocking everywhere. Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast thou no arm for me? IV. EPITAPH. Step lightly on this narrow spot! The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told As far as cannon dwell, Or flag subsist, or fame export Her deathless syllable. V. Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it, And 't was not for me; She was mute from transport, I, from agony! Till the evening, nearing, One the shutters drew -- Quick! a sharper rustling! And this linnet flew! VI. A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun. THEY DID BELIEVE IT WHOM I HAVE NEVER FOUND SINCE THE MIGHTY AUTUMN AFTERNOON I LEFT THEM IN THE GROUND THREE AT LEAST TO PRAY IS LEFT IS LEFT O JESUS IN THE AIR I KNOW NOT WHICH THY CHAMBER IS I M KNOCKING EVERYWHERE THOU STIRREST EARTHQUAKE IN THE SOUTH AND MAELSTROM IN THE SEA SAY JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH HAST THOU NO ARM FOR ME FOUR EPITAPH STEP LIGHTLY ON THIS NARROW SPOT THE BROADEST LAND THAT GROWS IS NOT SO AMPLE AS THE BREAST THESE EMERALD SEAMS ENCLOSE STEP LOFTY FOR THIS NAME IS TOLD AS FAR AS CANNON DWELL OR FLAG SUBSIST OR FAME EXPORT HER DEATHLESS SYLLABLE FIVE MORNS LIKE THESE WE PARTED NOONS LIKE THESE SHE ROSE FLUTTERING FIRST THEN FIRMER TO HER FAIR REPOSE NEVER DID SHE LISP IT AND TWAS NOT FOR ME SHE WAS MUTE FROM TRANSPORT I FROM AGONY TILL THE EVENING NEARING ONE THE SHUTTERS DREW QUICK A SHARPER RUSTLING AND THIS LINNET FLEW SIX A DEATH BLOW IS A LIFE BLOW TO SOME WHO TILL THEY DIED DID NOT ALIVE BECOME WHO HAD THEY LIVED HAD DIED BUT WHEN THEY DIED VITALITY BEGUN
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