Like living in God’s hand,

 Compared to this.

 His smile so quiet and deep

 Reminds me of it.

 I see it in my sleep,

 And so I love it.

 An anarchist, say some;

 But tush, say I,

 When a man’s heart is plumb,

 Can his life be awry?

 Better than charity

 And bigger too,

 That heart. You’ve seen the sea?

 Of course. To you

 ’T is common enough, no doubt.

 But here in town,

 With God’s world all shut out,

 Save the leaden frown

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 Of the sky, a slant of rain,

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