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And she did die—believing just
 This privilege was purchased! Dead
In comfort through her foolish trust!
 'Stiff-necked ones,' well Esaias said!

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"So, Sabbath morning, out of gate
 And on to way, what sees our arch
Good Farmer? Why, they hoist their freight—
 The corpse—on shoulder, and so, march!
'Now for it, Buti!' In the nick
 Of time 't is pully-hauly, hence
With hoarding! O'er the wayside quick
 There's Mary plain in evidence!