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Rh Perchance they're called to go to God, Nor longer dwell on earth's green sod. Then who for them on that far way Horses and chariot shall array?

"Anastasia, wife of mine, Soon will come our fatal day, Who will lay our bones away?"


 * "God only knows.

With me always was that thought Which gloom into my heart has brought. Together in years and failing health, For what have we gathered
 * all this wealth?"


 * "Hold a minute,

Hearest thou? Something cries Beyond the gate—'tis like a child. Let's run! See'st ought? I thought something was there." Together they sprang And to the gate running; Then stopped in silence wondering.

Before the stile a swaddled child, Not bound tightly, just wrapped lightly, For it was in summer mild.