If I'm lost -- now by Emily Dickinson
If I'm lost -- now That I was found -- Shall still my transport be -- That once -- on me -- those Jasper Gates Blazed open -- suddenly --
That in my awkward -- gazing -- face -- The Angels -- softly peered -- And touched me with their fleeces, Almost as if they cared -- I'm banished -- now -- you know it -- How foreign that can be -- You'll know -- Sir -- when the Savior's face Turns so -- away from you --
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