And mock the wobble of his chin
And eyebrows belt so high
And kind: _"How did you rest, last night?"_
We'd mumble and let on
Our voices trimbled, and our sight
Was dim, and hearin' gone.

* * * * *

Bad as I used to be,
All I'm a-wantin' is
As puore and ca'm a sleep fer me
And sweet a sleep as his!
And so I pray, on Jedgment Day
To wake, and with its light
See _his_ face dawn, and hear him say--
"How did you rest, last night?"

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OUT OF THE HITHERWHERE


Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--
The land that the Lord's love rests upon;