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XXIII. A COUNTRY BURIAL. Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground. TWENTY THREE A COUNTRY BURIAL AMPLE MAKE THIS BED MAKE THIS BED WITH AWE IN IT WAIT TILL JUDGMENT BREAK EXCELLENT AND FAIR BE ITS MATTRESS STRAIGHT BE ITS PILLOW ROUND LET NO SUNRISE'S YELLOW NOISE INTERRUPT THIS GROUND
The thinking how they walked alive, At such and such a time. Their costume, of a Sunday, Some manner of the hair, -- A prank nobody knew but them, Lost, in the sepulchre. How warm they were on such a day: You almost feel the date, So short way off it seems; and now, They 're centuries from that. How pleased they were at what you said; You try to touch the smile, And dip your fingers in the frost: When was it, can you tell, You asked the company to tea, Acquaintance, just a few, And chatted close with this grand thing That don't remember you? Past bows and invitations, Past interview, and vow, Past what ourselves can estimate, -- That makes the quick of woe! XXII. THE JOURNEY. Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead. Retreat was out of hope, -- Behind, a sealed route, Eternity's white flag before, And God at every gate. Y'S FRIEND BE DEAD IT'S SHARPEST OF THE THEME THE THINKING HOW THEY WALKED ALIVE AT SUCH AND SUCH A TIME THEIR COSTUME OF A SUNDAY SOME MANNER OF THE HARE A PRANK NOBODY KNEW BUT THEM LOST IN THE SEPULCHRE HOW WARM THEY WERE ON SUCH A DAY YOU ALMOST FEEL THE DATE SO SHORT WAY OFF IT SEEMS AND NOW THEY'RE CENTURIES FROM THAT HOW PLEASED THEY WERE AT WHAT YOU SAID YOU TRY TO TOUCH THE SMILE AND DIP YOUR FINGERS IN THE FROST WHEN WAS IT CAN YOU TELL YOU ASKED THE COMPANY TO TEA ACQUAINTANCE JUST A FEW AND CHATTED CLOSE WITH THIS GRAND THING THAT DON'T REMEMBER YOU PAST BOWS AND INVITATIONS PAST INTERVIEW AND VOW PAST WHAT OURSELVES CAN ESTIMATE THAT MAKES THE QUICK OF WOE TWENTY TWO THE JOURNEY OUR JOURNEY HAD ADVANCED OUR FEET WERE ALMOST COME TO THAT ODD FORK IN BEING'S ROAD ETERNITY BY TERM OUR PACE TOOK SUDDEN AWE OUR FEET RELUCTANT LED BEFORE WERE CITIES BUT BETWEEN THE FOREST OF THE DEAD RETREAT WAS OUT OF HOPE BEHIND A SEALED ROUTE ETERNITY'S WHITE FLAG BEFORE AND GOD AT EVERY GATE
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