"For though the body is long dead,
The soul lives on, 'thout fear or dread."
The babe's soul's strong. It withers not
But flutters on, no longer caught
'Tween pain and hope, 'tween cool and hot.
"Is't Heaven or Hell the place we'll go?
Is't neither or both? I do not know.
But all is told at Peter's toe.
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