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I cautious, scanned my little life --
I winnowed what would fade
From what would last till Heads like mine
Should be a-dreaming laid.
I put the latter in a Barn --
The former, blew away.
I went one winter morning
And lo - my priceless Hay
Was not upon the Scaffold --
Was not upon the Beam --
And from a thriving Farmer --
A Cynic, I became.
Whether a Thief did it --
Whether it was the wind --
Whether Deitys guiltless --
My business is, to find!
So I begin to ransack!
How is it Hearts, with Thee?
Art thou within the little Barn
Love provided Thee?
