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The face I carry with me-last

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The face I carry with me-last-
When I go out of Time-
To take my Rank-by-in the West-
That face-will just be thine-

I’ll hand it to the Angel-
That-Sir-was my Degree-
In Kingdoms-you have heard the Raised-
Refer to-possibly.

He’ll take it-scan it-step aside-
Return-with such a crown
As Gabriel-never capered at-
And beg me put it on-

And then-he’ll turn me round and round-
To an admiring sky-
As one that bore her Master’s name-
Sufficient Royalty!

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