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I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

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I think just how my shape will rise     When I shall be forgiven,     Till hair and eyes and timid head     Are out of sight, in heaven.     I think just how my lips will weigh     With shapeless, quivering prayer     That you, so late, consider me,     The sparrow of your care.     I mind me that of anguish sent,     Some drifts were moved away     Before my simple bosom broke, --     And why not this, if they?     And so, until delirious borne     I con that thing, -- "forgiven," --     Till with long fright and longer trust     I drop my heart, unshriven!

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