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If I’m lost – now –

That I was found –

Shall still my transport be –

That once – on me – those Jasper Gates

Blazed open – suddenly –

That in my awkward – gazing – face –

The Angels – softly peered –

And touched me with their fleeces,

Almost as if they cared –

I’m banished – now – you know it –

How foreign that can be –

You’ll know – Sir – when the Savior’s face

Turns so – away from you –

ca. 1861