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—There is a pain—so utter —It swallows substance up —Then covers the Abyss with Trance

—The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung  There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures —Accompanying the Sun 

–The Soul has Bandaged moments  –When too appalled to stir  She feels some ghastly Fright come up –And stop to look at her 

The rainbow never tells me ,That gust and storm are by Yet is she more convincing .Than Philosophy

The heart asks pleasure – first -And then, excuse from pain And then, those little anodynes ;That deaden suffering

,Eternities before the first-born day ,Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame ,Calm Night, the everlasting and the same .A brooding mother over chaos lay

Those old Winnebago men .Knew what they were singing

,Now thou art risen, and thy day begun.How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face !As up thou spring’st to thy diurnal race ,How darkness chases darkness to the west !As shades of light on light rise radiant from thy crest

,Seems lak to me de stars don’t shine so bright ,Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light ,Seems lak to me der’s nothin’ goin’ right .Sence you went away

.Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around ,Full swell the woods; their every music wakes Mix’d in wild concert, with the warbling brooks ,Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills

Lift every voice and sing ,Till earth and heaven ring ;Ring with the harmonies of Liberty Let our rejoicing rise