No raw and ghastly seam.{37}

{37}

But then methinks it is because

Of what the looms disclose.

The breath of life is sweeter

Than the fragrance of a rose.

{38}

A Day in Spring

GO slow, O! day immaculate;

G

Much slower than the rest.

Master of time, mark every hour

As tho’ thou were not pressed,—

Or hurried. But more leisurely

And gently let them chime.

Oh! morn, take off thy wings of speed

And let this day be mine.

O! day, immaculate and kind,

Make no rude haste or speed.

But loiter in less trodden paths

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