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Never and Forever Belong to God
If at any time there were nothing
Then there would still be nothing
And so the curtain on eternity flutters
And a nagging thirst finds still water
But life becomes a play
Somehow outside comic or tragic
The personality is almost crushed
By treasures of heaven so great
And the pilgrim takes his own pack
With new ease as I did mine saying
Angels have travelled freely, far and broad
High, low too peripatetically trod
This remains though much trampled is the sod
Never and forever belong to God
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