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I am the Woman, ark of the Law and sacred arm to upbear it, Heathen trumpet to overthrow and idolatrous sword to shear it: Yea, she whose arm was round the neck of the morning star at song, Is she who kneeleth now in the dust and cries at the secret door, "Open to me, O sleeping mother! gate is heavy and strong. Open to me, I am come at last; be wroth with thy child no more. Let me lie down with thee there in the dark, and be slothful with thee as before!"

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It off, and said the other one was mine.

And when I asked him what the deuce he meant.

By doing that, he only looked at me 10 And smiled, and said it was a way of his.

And though I know the fellow, I have spent

Long time a-wondering when I shall be As happy as Cliff Klingenhagen is.

RICHARD CORY 2

Whenever Richard Cory went down. town,

We people on the pavement looked at him;

He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.