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"O kinder is the beast
 That grieves, but lets me go,
Than ye who keep from rest
 An old man, sad and slow!

"Far kinder is the horse:
 He knows how pastures dim,
With many a water-course,
 Beckon so sweet to him.
He too is tired and old,
 And knows how sweetly call
The harps and hymns of gold
 To me this evenfall.

"Long they have called to me,
 My soul is hungered
The dear Lord God to see,
 With glories round His head.
Sweet is the thought of rest,
 While all the ages roll,
In that eternal Breast:
 Yea, lovely to my soul!"

They cried then with one voice:
 "We will not keep thee back;
Go, elect soul, rejoice,
 Upon thy homeward track.
And yet forget not there
 Thy little ones who go
Like some sad wayfarer
 When heaven lets out the snow!"

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