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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,
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!
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.
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For circumstance the same.
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'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.
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.
And taking but a prayer,
The only raiment I should need,
I struggled, and was there.
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