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 SPIRIT S JOURNEY TO DREAM-LAND. 22$

If our Josiah had a-lived

He d been as old as Joe, And looked jest like him, wouldn t he?&quot;

The deacon muttered, &quot;I don t know.&quot;

But put his old bandanna up

Across his nose and eyes, And wondered if the baby lost

Grew up in Paradise. Then, though there was no rush of wings,

No shine of garments white, A loving spirit hither stole

To help him wrestle right ;

For softly fell his clumsy hand

On Lulu s bended head. &quot;I was a leetle hard on Joe;&quot;

These were the words he said. But well they knew his dear old heart

Had then and there forgiven, And, unashamed, the angel took

The record back to heaven.

��THE SPIRIT S JOURNEY TO DREAM-LAND.

SHUT close, white lids, lie quiet now, Bind poppy-blossoms on the brow ; So may I leave thee all alone, .Poor body, which I call my own.

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