ENOUGH - God gave a loaf to every bird

God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve, --
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine, --
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel, --
An Indiaman -- an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.

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CALLED BACK - Just lost when I was saved!

Just lost when I was saved! / Just felt the world go by!

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EXCLUSION - The soul selects her own society

The soul selects her own society, / Then shuts the door;

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A DAY - I'll tell you how the sun rose

I'll tell you how the sun rose, -- / A ribbon at a time.

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PURPLE CLOVER - There is a flower that bees prefer

There is a flower that bees prefer, / And butterflies desire;

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