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June 1: The clarion blows
East from Brooklyn to Long Island
" Lord giveth me a new home.
I must be about my Father's business."

Dusts off her traveling shoes, loads up
Some cartes de visite; her Narrative;
And an album for autographs--
The "Book of Life"



          It was early in the morning,
          It was early in the morning,
          Just at the break of day,
          When He rose, when He rose, when He rose,
          And went to Heaven on a cloud.





And trees wave in glory
Stones shine like laughter
And she shouts "Praise to the Lord
Love to all creatures!"

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