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636 The Way I read a Letter's—this— 'Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure— And then I go the furthest off To counteract a knock— Then draw my little Letter forth And slowly pick the lock— Then—glancing narrow, at the Wall— And narrow at the floor For firm Conviction of a Mouse Not exorcised before— Peruse how infinite I am To no one that You—know— And sigh for lack of Heaven—but not The Heaven God bestow—
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