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I did not reach Thee But my feet slip nearer every day Three Rivers and a One Desert and a Sea I shall not count the journey one When I am telling thee --- Two deserts but the year is cold So that will help the sand One desert crossed - The second one With feet as cool as land Sahara is too little price To pay for thy Right hand --- The Sea comes last - Step merry feet So short we have to go To play together we are prone But we must laber now The last shall be the lightest load |
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That we have had to draw --- The Sun goes crooked - That is night Before he makes the bend We must have passed the Middle Sea Almost we wish the End Were further off Too great it seems To near the whole to stand --- We step like Plush We stand like snow The waters murmur new Three rivers and the Hill are passed Two deserts and the Sea! Now Death usurps my Premium And gets the look at Thee - E. Premiums |
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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