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I PRAY thee, Lord God, answer me,
Thou madest man, and what is he?
And if his soul survive the clay,
And cometh then, or night, or day?

I pray thee, Lord God, answer me,
Behind, before, are mystery;
And if man's spirit wings away,
And cometh then, or night, or day?
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