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hereby to mark a deathbed conversion amidst confusion as to precise timing of consequence thereof:

 

oh, joy! my Brother Ben!

now I am born, so born again—

 

amen! amen! amen!

amen! amen! my so-fine friend!—

 

in time to rise in heaven

by half-past eleven,

 

or perhaps by sometime soon

by shortly after noon …

 

or greatly after seven.

 

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