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Cautious, hint to any captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet! CAUTIOUS HINT TO ANY CAPTIVE YOU HAVE PASSED ENFRANCHISED FEET ANECDOTES OF AIR IN DUNGEONS HAVE SOMETIMES PROVED DEADLY SWEET
aven, To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch, Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky! Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, But then, Eternity enables the endeavoring Again. XXXVI. SIGHT. Before I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way. But were it told to me, to-day, That I might have the sky For mine, I tell you that my heart Would split, for size of me. The meadows mine, the mountains mine, -- All forests, stintless stars, As much of noon as I could take Between my finite eyes. The motions of the dipping birds, The lightning's jointed road, For mine to look at when I liked, -- The news would strike me dead! So safer, guess, with just my soul Upon the window-pane Where other creatures put their eyes, Incautious of the sun. XXXVII. Talk with prudence to a beggar Of "Potosi" and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!  WITH CAUTION AS A BRITTLE HEAVEN TO REACH WERE HOPELESS AS THE RAINBOW'S RAIMENT TO TOUCH YET PERSEVERED TOWARD SURER FOR THE DISTANCE HOW HIGH UNTO THE SAINT'S SLOW DILIGENCE THE SKY UNGAINED IT MAY BE BY A LIFE'S SLOW VENTURE BUT THEN ETERNITY ENABLES THE ENDEAVORING AGAIN THIRTY SIX SIGHT BEFORE I GOT MY EYE PUT OUT I LIKED AS WELL TO SEE AS OTHER CREATURES THAT HAVE EYES AND KNOW NO OTHER WAY BUT WERE IT TOLD TO ME TO DAY THAT I MIGHT HAVE THE SKY FOR MINE I TELL YOU THAT MY HEART WOULD SPLIT FOR SIGHS OF ME THE MEADOWS MINE THE MOUNTAINS MINE ALL FORESTS STINTLESS STARS AS MUCH OF NOON AS I COULD TAKE BETWEEN MY FINITE EYES THE MOTIONS OF THE DIPPING BIRDS THE LIGHTNING'S JOINTED ROAD FOR MINE TO LOOK AT WHEN I LIKED THE NEWS WOULD STRIKE ME DEAD SO SAFER GUESS WITH JUST MY SOUL UPON THE WINDOW PANE WHERE OTHER CREATURES PUT THEIR EYES INCAUTIOUS OF THE SUN THIRTY SEVEN TALK WITH PRUDENCE TO A BEGGAR OF POTOSI AND THE MINES REVERENTLY TO THE HUNGRY OF YOUR VIOLENCE AND YOUR WINES
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