DEED - A deed knocks first at thought

A deed knocks first at thought,
And then it knocks at will.
That is the manufacturing spot,
And will at home and well.

It then goes out an act,
Or is entombed so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.

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We outgrow love like other things

We outgrow love like other things / And put it in the drawer,

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THE blunder is to estimate

THE blunder is to estimate,– / Eternity is Then,

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To fight aloud is very brave

To fight aloud is very brave, / But gallanter, I know,

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THE TULIP - She slept beneath a tree

She slept beneath a tree / Remembered but by me.

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