763 br br He told a homely tale br And spotted it with tears— br Upon his infant face was set br The Cicatrice of years— br br All crumpled was the cheek br No other kiss had known br Than flake of snow, divided with br The Redbreast of the Barn— br br If Mother—in the Grave— br Or Father—on the Sea— br Or Father in the Firmament— br Or Brethren, had he— br br If Commonwealth below, br Or Commonwealth above br Have missed a Barefoot Citizen— br I've ransomed it—alive—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br