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135 Raymond



My soul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

And you, mine eyes look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb,
This gloomy prison waits for you,
When e'er the summons come.

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