Our little Kinsmen—after Rain lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
In plenty may be seen
A Pink and Pulpy multitude
The tepid Ground upon
A needless life, it seemed to me
Until a little Bird
As to a Hospitality
Advanced and breakfasted
As I of He, so God of Me
I pondered, may have judged
And left the little Angle Worm
With Modesties enlarged