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They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting
Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk
Round, ripe gold Of maturity,

'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew

At midnight
Run in your ears

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped,
Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;`Good speed
' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;' Speed