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The Flight
Come forth, come forth my people from the placeWhere ye have lived so many days secure;
I will destroy within the wicked race,
Their walls of brass and stone shall not endure;
They fall! escape! flee fast! the foe is near!
Stop not to take your clothes! escape for life!
Be wise, and of my love-sent message hear!
For swift descends the day with sorrows rife,
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Obey within, and make my pathway strait;
Hasten! from all your sinful ways depart,
And enter through the strait and narrow gate;
Be warned and flee, the morning watch is spent,
And but a moment for your flight is lent.
Poem No. 90; late 1838–early 1839
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