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Do you think, when you plan for to-morrow,
That the morrow you may not see,
That long ere the dawn of the morrow's morn,
You may be in eternity.

Do you tread in the foot-steps of Jesus,
In the darkness as well as the light?
Should the death angel come, to summons you home—
Say, would it be glory, or night?
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