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Those fair-fictitious People-
The Women-plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime-
The Men of Ivory-

Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas-
Who stay upon the Wall
In Everlasting Keepsake-
Can Anybody tell?

We trust-in places perfecter-
Inheriting Delight
Beyond our faint Conjecture-
Our dizzy Estimate-

Remembering ourselves, we trust-
Yet Blesseder-than We-
Through Knowing-where We only hope-
Receiving-where we-pray-

Of Expectation-also-
Anticipating us
With transport, that would be a pain
Except for Holiness-

Esteeming us-as Exile-
Themself-admitted Home-
Through easy Miracle of Death-
The Way ourself, must come-