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XIV. The thought beneath so slight a film Is more distinctly seen,    As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine. FOURTEEN THE THOUGHT BENEATH SO SLIGHT A FILM IS MORE DISTINCTLY SEEN AS LACES JUST REVEAL THE SURGE OR MISTS THE APENNINE
on a planet's bound. Their faith the everlasting troth; Their expectation fair; The needle to the north degree Wades so, through polar air. XIII. A PRAYER. I meant to have but modest needs, Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even. But since the last included both, It would suffice my prayer But just for one to stipulate, And grace would grant the pair. And so, upon this wise I prayed, -- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me. A smile suffused Jehovah's face; The cherubim withdrew; Grave saints stole out to look at me, And showed their dimples, too. I left the place with all my might, -- My prayer away I threw; The quiet ages picked it up, And Judgment twinkled, too, That one so honest be extant As take the tale for true That "Whatsoever you shall ask, Itself be given you." But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies With a suspicious air, -- As children, swindled for the first, All swindlers be, infer. AYING ROUND HARMLESS AS STREAKS OF METEOR UPON A PLANET'S BOUND THEIR FAITH THE EVERLASTING TROTH THEIR EXPECTATION FAIR THE NEEDLE TO THE NORTH DEGREE WEIGHED SO THROUGH POLAR AIR THIRTEEN A PRAYER I MEANT TO HAVE BUT MODEST NEEDS SUCH AS CONTENT AND HEAVEN WITHIN MY INCOME THESE COULD LIE AND LIFE AND I KEEP EVEN BUT SINCE THE LAST INCLUDED BOTH IT WOULD SUFFICE MY PRAYER BUT JUST FOR ONE TO STIPULATE AND GRACE WOULD GRANT THE PAIR AND SO UPON THIS WISE I PRAYED GREAT SPIRIT GIVE TO ME A HEAVEN NOT SO LARGE AS YOURS BUT LARGE ENOUGH FOR ME A SMILE SUFFUSED JEHOVAH'S FACE THE CHERUBIM WITHDREW GRAVE SAINTS STOLE OUT TO LOOK AT ME AND SHOWED THEIR DIMPLES TOO I LEFT THE PLACE WITH ALL MY MIGHT MY PRAYER AWAY I THREW THE QUIET AGES PICKED IT UP AND JUDGMENT TWINKLED TOO THAT ONE SO HONEST BE EXTANT AS TAKE THE TALE FOR TRUE THAT WHATSOEVER YOU SHALL ASK ITSELF BE GIVEN YOU BUT I GROWN SHREWDER SCAN THE SKIES WITH A SUSPICIOUS AIR AS CHILDREN SWINDLED FOR THE FIRST ALL SWINDLERS BE INFER
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