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So choosing but a gown And taking but a prayer, The only raiment I should need, I struggled, and was there. SO CHOOSING BUT A GOWN AND TAKING BUT A PRAYER THE ONLY RAIMENT I SHOULD NEED I STRUGGLED AND WAS THERE
o can pass Acquitted from that naked bar, Jehovah's countenance! XVIII. Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest career To the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here. How cordial is the mystery! The hospitable pall A "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. E RACK SEVERER TRIUMPH BY HIMSELF EXPERIENCED WHO CAN PASS ACQUITTED FROM THAT NAKED BAR JEHOVAH'S COUNTENANCE EIGHTEEN POMPOUS NO LIFE CAN PASS AWAY THE LOWLIEST CAREER TO THE SAME PAGEANT WENDS ITS WAY AS THAT EXALTED HERE HOW 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
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