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'Tis One by One — the Father counts —
And then a Tract between
Set Cypherless — to teach the Eye
The Value of its Ten —
Until the peevish Student
Acquire the Quick of Skill —
Then Numerals are dowered back —
Adorning all the Rule —
'Tis mostly Slate and Pencil —
And Darkness on the School
Distracts the Children's fingers —
Still the Eternal Rule
Regards least Cypherer alike
With Leader of the Band —
And every separate Urchin's Sum —
Is fashioned for his hand —
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Was The Slightest In The House
- Portraits Are To Daily Faces
- If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing
- I Got So I Could Take His Name
- 'Tis Sunrise&Mdash;Little Maid&Mdash;Hast Thou