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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,
But called the others clear,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 aroseFor circumstance the same.
‘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.
So choosing but a gownAnd taking but a prayer,The only raiment I should need,I struggled, and was there.