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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 arose / For 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 gown / And taking but a prayer, / The only raiment I should need, / I struggled, and was there.