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The Things Before
I would not tarry, Look! the things beforeCall me along my path with beckoning love;
The things I gain wear not the hues they wore,
For brighter glories gild the heavens above;
Still on, I seek the peace my master sought,
The world cannot disturb his joy within;
It is not with its gold and silver bought,
It is the victory over death and sin;
But those who enter the bright city's gate,
Ride low on one the mocked and scorned of earth;
But there the ready mansions open wait,
For those who lived rejected from their birth;
And he who went before them bids all hail!
To those who o'er the world in him prevail.
Poem No. 291; late 1838–early 1839
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