’Twas comfort in her Dying Room
To hear the living Clock -
A short relief to have the wind
Walk boldly up and knock -
Diversion from the Dying Theme

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He was weak, and I was strong’—th
So He let me lead him in’—
I was weak, and He was strong the
So I let him lead me’—Home.

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You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—

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We do not play on Graves—
Because there isn’t Room—
Besides—it isn’t even—it slants
And People come—

SOME things that fly there be,—
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,—
Grief, hills, eternity:

‘They have not chosen me,’ he said
‘But I have chosen them!’
Brave’—Broken hearted statement’—
Uttered in Bethlehem!
I could not have told it,

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Life’—is what we make of it’—
Death’—we do not know’—
Christ’s acquaintance with Him
Justify Him’—though’—

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A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard—

HE ate and drank the precious wor
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,

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That after Horror’—that ’twas us’
That passed the mouldering Pier’—
Just as the Granite Crumb let go’
Our Savior, by a Hair’—