Poems about stock
'tis Sweet To Know Of Heaven,
but when the soul is in pain
we wonder it was not ourselves
parting is all we know of heaven,
'tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
how well i knew the light before
and so when all the time had leaked,
as if the chart were given,
as if for you to choose,
Followed Where He Thought That Child's
he liked to have it slender as a whipstock,
and then he'd crow as if he thought that child's play
it totters when she licks it with her tongue,
to put a tree between us when he lighted,
since he was old enough to know, big boy
good arguments he sees he might have used,
and followed where he furrowed field,
he meant to clear the upper pasture, too,