A throe upon the features

49I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a Before the door of God!

How happy is the little That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about And Exigencies never fears—

My Faith is larger than the Hills —So when the Hills decay —My Faith must take the Purple To show the Sun the way —'Tis first He steps upon the Vane —And then — upon the Hill —And then abroad the World He To do His Golden Will —And if…

I had no time to hate, The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample Could finish enmity.

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!