Not in this World to see his face
Not in this World to see his face
Sounds long until I read the place
Where this is said to be
But just the Primer to a life
Unopened rare Upon the Shelf
Clasped yet to Him and Me
And yet My Primer suits me so
I would not choose a Book to know
Than that be sweeter wise
Might some one else so learned be
And leave me just my A B C
Himself could have the Skies
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