Rains blow. One floats off, brollied.
Fled too, what for strict kept up
Dignified pretence is.
In a day-change, change of life's
Laughing consequences.
Betwixt slipping and falling
Is still there, to hold onto
The man; til for child, heard!
Fear not then Death's pit. Heaven's
Joy-place re-entered!
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