A Cluster of Grapes / A Book of Twentieth Century Poetry

by Unknown

And tirled at the pin.

I turned my face unto the wall,

And could not cry, "Come in!"

I dared not cry, "Come in!"

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WHEN I SHALL RISE

When I shall rise, and full of many fears,

Set forth upon my last long journey lone,

And leave behind the circling earth to go

Amongst the countless stars to seek God's throne.