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One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school,    There must be guests in Eden; All the rooms are full. Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star,    Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are. ONE LITTLE MAID FROM PLAYMATES ONE LITTLE MIND FROM SCHOOL THERE MUST BE GUESTS IN EDEN ALL THE ROOMS ARE FULL FAR AS THE EAST FROM EVEN DIM AS THE BORDER STAR COURTIERS QUAINT IN KINGDOMS OUR DEPARTED ARE
tion" and the rest! Around this quiet courtier Obsequious angels wait! Full royal is his retinue, Full purple is his state! A lord might dare to lift the hat To such a modest clay, Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords" Receives unblushingly! XXXII. GONE. Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravos The bystanders will tell! Cheerful, as to the village, Tranquil, as to repose, Chastened, as to the chapel, This humble tourist rose. Did not talk of returning, Alluded to no time When, were the gales propitious, We might look for him; Was grateful for the roses In life's diverse bouquet, Talked softly of new species To pick another day. Beguiling thus the wonder, The wondrous nearer drew; Hands bustled at the moorings -- The crowd respectful grew. Ascended from our vision To countenances new! A difference, a daisy, Is all the rest I knew! XXXIII. REQUIEM. Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. N PRATE ABOUT PREFERMENT AND STATION AND THE REST AROUND THIS QUIET COURTIER OBSEQUIOUS ANGELS WAIT FULL ROYAL IS HIS RETINUE FULL PURPLE IS HIS STATE A LORD MIGHT DARE TO LIFT THE HAT TO SUCH A MODEST CLAY SINCE THAT MY LORD THE LORD OF LORDS RECEIVES UNBLUSHINGLY THIRTY TWO GONE WENT UP A YEAR THIS EVENING I RECOLLECT IT WELL AMID NO BELLS NOR BRAVOS THE BYSTANDERS WILL TELL CHEERFUL AS TO THE VILLAGE TRANQUIL AS TO REPOSE CHASTENED AS TO THE CHAPEL THIS HUMBLE TOURIST ROSE DID NOT TALK OF RETURNING ALLUDED TO NO TIME WHEN WERE THE GALES PROPITIOUS WE MIGHT LOOK FOR HIM WAS GRATEFUL FOR THE ROSES IN LIFE'S DIVERSE BOUQUET TALKED SOFTLY OF NEW SPECIES TO PICK ANOTHER DAY BEGUILING THUS THE WONDER THE WONDROUS NEARER DREW HANDS BUSTLED AT THE MOORINGS THE CROWD RESPECTFUL GREW ASCENDED FROM OUR VISION TO COUNTENANCES NEW A DIFFERENCE A DAISY IS ALL THE REST I KNEW THIRTY THREE REQUIEM TAKEN FROM MEN THIS MORNING CARRIED BY MEN TO DAY MET BY THE GODS WITH BANNERS WHO MARSHALLED HER AWAY
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