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Their costume, of a Sunday, Some manner of the hair,    A prank nobody knew but them, Lost, in the sepulchre. THEIR COSTUME OF A SUNDAY SOME MANNER OF THE HARE A PRANK NOBODY KNEW BUT THEM LOST IN THE SEPULCHRE
this way" beckons spaciously, -- A miracle for all! XIX. I noticed people disappeared, When but a little child, -- Supposed they visited remote, Or settled regions wild. Now know I they both visited And settled regions wild, But did because they died, -- a fact Withheld the little child! XX. FOLLOWING. I had no cause to be awake, My best was gone to sleep, And morn a new politeness took, And failed to wake them up, But called the others clear, And passed their curtains by. Sweet morning, when I over-sleep, Knock, recollect, for me! I looked at sunrise once, And then I looked at them, And wishfulness in me arose For circumstance the same. 'T was such an ample peace, It could not hold a sigh, -- 'T was Sabbath with the bells divorced, 'T was sunset all the day. So choosing but a gown And taking but a prayer, The only raiment I should need, I struggled, and was there. XXI. If anybody's friend be dead, It 's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive, At such and such a time. CORDIAL IS THE MISERY THE HOSPITABLE PALL OF THIS WAY BECKONS SPACIOUSLY A MIRACLE FOR ALL NINETEEN I NOTICED PEOPLE DISAPPEARED WHEN BUT A LITTLE CHILD SUPPOSED THEY VISITED REMOTE OR SETTLED REGIONS WILD NOW KNOW I THEY BOTH VISITED AND SETTLED REGIONS WILD BUT DID BECAUSE THEY DIED A FACT WITHHELD THE LITTLE CHILDENTY FOLLOWING I HAD NO CAUSE TO BE AWAKE MY BEST WAS GONE TO SLEEP AND MORN A NEW POLITENESS TOOK AND FAILED TO WAKE THEM UP BUT CALLED THE OTHERS CLEAR AND PASSED THEIR CURTAINS BY SWEET MORNING WHEN I OVER SLEEP KNOCK RECOLLECT FOR ME I LOOKED AT SUNRISE ONCE AND THEN I LOOKED AT THEM AND WISHFULNESS IN ME AROSE FOR CIRCUMSTANCE THE SAME TWAS SUCH AN AMPLE PIECE IT COULD NOT HOLD A SIGH TWAS SABBATH WITH THE BELLS DIVORCED TWAS SUNSET ALL THE DAY SO CHOOSING BUT A GOWN AND TAKING BUT A PRAYER THE ONLY RAIMENT I SHOULD NEED I STRUGGLED AND WAS THERE TWENTY ONE IF ANYBODY'S FRIEND BE DEAD IT'S SHARPEST OF THE THEME THE THINKING HOW THEY WALKED ALIVE AT SUCH AND SUCH A TIME
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