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Title: The Long View
Author: Fay Inchfawn [
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Some day of days! Some dawning
yet to be
I shall be clothed with immortality! And, in that day, I shall not greatly care
That Jane spilt candle grease upon the
stair.
It will not grieve me then, as once it did,
That careless hands have chipped my
teapot lid.
I groan, being burdened. But, in that
glad day,
I shall forget vexations of the way.
That needs were often great, when means
were small,
Will not perplex me any more at all
A few short years at most (it may be less),
I shall have done with earthly storm and
stress.
So, for this day, I lay me at Thy feet.
O, keep me sweet, my Master! Keep
me sweet!
[The end]
Fay Inchfawn's poem: Long View
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