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  aher aruhah aher
  
  thus he: er, not to press,
  but did you sleep well?  thus I: yes
  
  however, somewhen in between
  answer and question, I was seen
  my eyes to close so as to think,
  so as to open thought: I blink
  
  thus in the twinkling of an eye
  (to rise again) I blink, I die
  
  Behold,
  I shew you a mystery;
  We shall not all sleep,
  but we shall all be changed
  In a moment, in the twinkling
  of an eye
  
  trumpted (at last),
  my thankful words:
  
  at once a journey I pursue
  and travel heaven; to my view
  (still blind) is opened all I had
  in life of knowledge, good or bad
  
  and this dead seeing without sight
  gives me to know wherein I might
  on earth have seen all I now see:
  all this there dwells in things that be
  
  so blinking (still) I live the task
  again of sleep, of which would ask
  my host of me--and though my face
  I hide from him, he sees its place
  
  because he asks my yea, my nay--
  no more, no less; to him I may
  express my joy, or e'en my hell,
  arising at his one word: well
  
  in his regard, beholding me,
  I only blink--but so I see
  at last this point: that not of fact--
  but face--he asks, and hence his tact
  
  so my well-sleeping translates thus:
  was not the bed (because it was)
  my nightly pall, made holy by
  preparer's touch, beneath God's sky?
  
  and so made whole, made hale, complete,
  made healthy, holy, was the sheet 
  (that covered me on last night's bier)
  by providential host: my seer
  
  he bids abiding with abode;
  and in the end what love he showed
  was only manifest in things,
  in matter he made motherings
  
  so for all things this host makes mine
  (the morning's bread, the morning's wine,
  with which he'll speed me on my way),
  I'll praise him--must--if e'er comes day
  
  at last a calling he does press
  on me, that opens my eyes; yes
  I see now plate and cup are traced
  in his hale hands, which me have raised