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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.
XIV.
The thought beneath so slight a film Is more distinctly seen, -- As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
XV.
The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, -- Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.
XVI.
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit, -- Life!
XVII.
THE RAILWAY TRAIN.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare
To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill
And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop -- docile and omnipotent -- At its own stable door.
XVIII.
THE SHOW.
The show is not the show, But they that go.
Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
Fair play -- Both went to see.
XIX.
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain, -- More fair, because impossible That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little, -- And that 's the skies!
XX.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, -- some way back, I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know I 've met the thing before; It just reminded me -- 't was all -- And came my way no more.
XXI.
Is Heaven a physician?
They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
Is Heaven an exchequer?
They speak of what we owe; But that negotiation I 'm not a party to.
XXII.
