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Adored 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 saints' slow diligence The sky! ADORED 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
ot hoped before. But just to hear the grace depart I never thought to see, Afflicts me with a double loss; 'T is lost, and lost to me. XXXII. Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest. XXXIII. THE DUEL. I took my power in my hand. And went against the world; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small? XXXIV. A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame? The weaver? Ah! the bewildering thread! The tapestries of paradise So notelessly are made! XXXV. THE GOAL. Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair For credibility's temerity To dare.  ME SO I HAD NOT HOPED BEFORE BUT JUST TO HEAR THE GRACE DEPART I NEVER THOUGHT TO SEE AFFLICTS ME WITH A DOUBLE LOSS TIS LOST AND LOST TO ME THIRTY TWO PORTRAITS ARE TO DAILY FACES AS AN EVENING WEST TO A FINE PEDANTIC SUNSHINE IN A SATIN VEST THIRTY THREE THE DUEL I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND AND WENT AGAINST THE WORLD TWAS NOT SO MUCH AS DAVID HAD BUT I WAS TWICE AS BOLD I AIMED MY PEBBLE BUT MYSELF WAS ALL THE ONE THAT FELL WAS IT GOLIATH WAS TOO LARGE OR ONLY I TOO SMALL THIRTY FOUR A SHADY FRIEND FOR TORRID DAYS IS EASIER TO FIND THAN ONE OF HIGHER TEMPERATURE FOR FRIGID HOUR OF MIND THE VANE A LITTLE TO THE EAST SCARES MUSLIN SOULS AWAY IF BROADCLOTH BREASTS ARE FIRMER THAN THOSE OF ORGANDY WHO IS TO BLAME THE WEAVER AH THE BEWILDERING THREAD THE TAPESTRIES OF PARADISE SO NOTELESSLY ARE MADE THIRTY FIVE THE GOAL EACH LIFE CONVERGES TO SOME CENTRE EXPRESSED OR STILL EXISTS IN EVERY HUMAN NATURE A GOAL ADMITTED SCARCELY TO ITSELF IT MAY BE TOO FAIR FOR CREDIBILITIES TEMERITY TO DARE
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