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The Yoke
My yoke is easy and my burthen lightFor he who finds me loves and can obey
From him has fled the darkness of the night
He is prepared to cast this life away
And follow me who onward lead the few
That have preferred the life I give to gold
They shall not want for glories ever new
Shall on their eyes with every hour unfold
See a new heaven is theirs a rising earth
That shall not from their vision disappear
There shall the meek rejoice them in their birth
The troubled be at rest, there shall no fear
Come to disturb the blessed abode I give
But all in joy and peace with me shall live.
Poem No. 345; fall 1838–summer 1839
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