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Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set