Doom is the House without the Door---

'Tis entered from the Sun---

And then the Ladder's thrown away,

Because Escape---is done---

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'Tis varied by the Dream

Of what they do outside---

Where Squirrels play---and Berries die---

And Hemlocks---bow---to God---

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