| Loud, graciously hear us! |
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| Now have thy children entered into their habitations. And |
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| nationglad, camp meeting over, to shin it, Gov be thanked! Thou |
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| hast closed the portals of the habitations of thy children and thou |
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| hast set thy guards thereby, even Garda Didymus and Garda |
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| Domas, that thy children may read in the book of the opening of |
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| the mind to light and err not in the darkness which is the after- |
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| thought of thy nomatter by the guardiance of those guards which |
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| are thy bodemen, the cheeryboyum chirryboth with the kerry- |
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| bommers in their krubeems, Pray-your-Prayers Timothy and |
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Back-to-Bunk Tom.
| Till tree from tree, tree among trees, tree over tree become |
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| stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. |
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| O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy un- |
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| litten ones! Grant sleep in hour's time, O Loud! |
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| That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That |
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| they shall not gomeet madhowiatrees. |
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| Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laugh- |
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| ters low! |
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| Ha he hi ho hu. |
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Mummum.
--Finnegans Wake |
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