Buoyed with tremendous breath
shall you be, and dilated
I dilate you with tremendous
I buoy you up,
Every room of your house do
I fill with armed men
Lovers of me, bafflers of hell,
Sleep! for I and they stand
guard all this night
Not doubt, not fear, not
Death shall lay finger
upon you
God and I have embraced you, and
henceforth possess you
all to our[my]selves
And when you rise in the
morning you shall find it
is so.—

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