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The Watchman
I place thee as a watchman on a tower,That thou mayst warn the city of the dead;
The day has come, and come the appointed hour,
When through their streets my herald's feet shall tread;
Prepare ye all my supper to attend!
I have prepared it long that you might eat;
Come in, and I will treat you as a friend,
And of the living bread shall be your meat;
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The honored seats around your Father's board;
And you my sons, your master's face shall see,
And to my love forever be restored;
And you my promises to Abr'am given
Shall find fulfilled to all his seed in heaven.
Poem No. 250; c. January 1839
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