Which takes a trip upon the quick
Tho atomes swirl, electrons dance
I can't dismiss His bless'd romance
Whence calleth He or call him it
This shoe that too all seem to fit.
Then didn't Jesu pay for it?
A formula to be suppose
which comes today tomorrow goes
forgive forgiven and found, repose
With tears we look forward to return to our home, each day salted with its own cares. A design is spied then and again but the rubric runs it through and so gets thin our dance with the grinning clown.
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